"I once saw a women walking at a 90 degree angle."

March 28, 2013

Down the sorrow street of lost creatures
Hung-over with souless intentions,
I saw a women hoofing along at a 90 degree angle.  
Curving in correlation, 
Her protruding back bones warned strangers of her hazard,
A once pure vision, pure body and pure love,
Of a world as an ocean abundant with oysters and pearls. 
Now she sinks, sinking slowly in despair,
Haggard, heartbroken, and hateful.
Burdened, battered, bruised and broken by the wrath of the world.
Wrapped in rags of witch craft,
Consumed by her own illusive spell,
Possessed to poison,
Scrounging, stealing, bleeding, burning, dying.
The faded world; a landfill.
Now helpless.
Now hopeless.