Loudmouth
Fingers trace foreign objects;
so amorphous and cold
as they linger on marble tiles.
Yet no one suspects
the dirt is swept under the rug
along with loudmouth smiles.
The curtain falls down;
as I trip over dreams
and fall within midnight's thighs.
I'll block out this town
of transparent ghosts
and cherish my new blinded eyes.
so amorphous and cold
as they linger on marble tiles.
Yet no one suspects
the dirt is swept under the rug
along with loudmouth smiles.
The curtain falls down;
as I trip over dreams
and fall within midnight's thighs.
I'll block out this town
of transparent ghosts
and cherish my new blinded eyes.