Sunday, December 31, 2017

I’m thinking of a most awkward color.
The masked ballroom looks glowing
& tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma.
Half of it waxing along with the bride
Adorned along varietal circumstance.
She once kissed a cat.
She made an inappropriate shoe choice.

Identity theft occurred when the sky was an idea
Of seeming permanent as a child
Utterly absorbed by stars.