We The Broken China Dolls
In the whirlwind of unanswered pleas
Spat back like vending machine change
From the genie jar of well-wishes,
The weary insincere mop crinkled brows
With wary eyes in haggard countenance
Weary shine dampened by romance spots on tissue.
Every clarity forsaking me
In news reels of microfilm vision
Swimming against the dowsing rod
That has claimed my lusted, rusted orbs
As it's potentially hapless victim.
(I already walked the aisle
And took my hypocritic oath
With a reveler's hand on my shoulder.)
Everything within climbs over the clamor and out
(Digging trenches of crusted precari)
Retreating from ruddy child with muddy cheeks
Wanting only water, hugs and candy
With their human rain-delayed smiles
My twin spirits dilate with greed
I cannot move forward and yet I can't leave.
And I only see a sawdust-stained iris.
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