Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Sephora
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Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.
An affectation,
but it’s cute, and she is for
given many sins.