Those white toothed faces
free from life’s creases
brushed with air and a magic media wand
filled with hope and broken guarantees
of time turned back for future glory,
once thin.
The constant fodder for wily beasts
that feed on head infested horror
and promises to ride at dawn –
let’s kill desire and steal the joy
of molten moments filled with now repugnant cake!
This tricky varmint feeds on shame
offered by beaten subjects prostate at its slender feet;
then kidnaps mirrors
to bend reflections out of shape
leaving chalk outlines in its wake.
