I’LL TAKE PLASTIC

wish me well I’m in a pattern of landing hard in this balloon filled with lead while feeling dark all over in the middle of the day when I know the eyes of a mannequin has a soul and a plastic heart truer than some that I know

BEHIND THE EYES

pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight   eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows   faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias