BitterLandBoxes

.
tiny passing jewels
signed for future’s sake
cut and cultured ruins
cracked tomato stakes
.
bound along the alley
woven passion vine
seven seeded oak trees
on slow await the time
.
two bottles’ worth of sparkle
shattered ashen brownish glass
sparkle
scattered over grass
.
and that’s the bitter face we have
the expectations running mad
and that’s the bitter face
.
some have chiselled lines, yeah
some pointedly poor
some cavernous wonderlands
others insecure
.
but that’s the bitter face we show
the expectations never low
that’s the bitter face
watch it grow
watch it grow
watch it grow
.
the expectations always high
this tiff of perfect overdrive
yet these boxes, run awry
know more than we know
in passion, let it grow
.
.
.
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Copyright L.M. 2008.
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