OK, CLICHE RAINBOW
Ok, my little something life
exists in a hyperbaric chamber
‘Over The Rainbow’ beckons your pure
love, the crazy and the mortifying. Truly it
is gratingly mindedness, unlike passion,
I fill my boat with ice; I cut out the inanimate obsession
but I light a cigarette and wait
for the Quaaludes.
Betty Crocker destroyed Mary’s truth
when traveling to Luxembourgian.
A magnificent cocoon glittering one evening,
connected, hung from the sky, desperate
OK, an hour or more deprived of maturity, a
rag doll is transported and this is
my little something life.
Magic hair is wrapping everything
listening to the martyred feel happiness.
A diamond under the water
makes life better, embodies suicide.
My little something life hanged
and blackened in the wind. My
armor continued to erode and unriddle
Somewhere time progresses and tracing
the night by travelers.
Mixed optimism I grow faint, prone to
an empty beachfront wishing well.