Smacked between anxious fingers
Needing to slip her quickly off the ground
Mesmerized by dirty snow seeping from
A nose that snorts envy and yesterday slips away
She distributes lines indifferently
As sadness across the grey dashboard of a car
That cries out for her,
As she wanders the Jungle of Nod
Hoping to misplace memories caught
Between their world and her dream
As night time and tomorrow tempt her breath
She slides towards freedom
Ringing as a bell that chimes her soul
To vomit up her past and joy
While all things meaningful are picked apart
Like scabs that bleed the sour fix
Of mud colored hate
Hanging from thin smeared lips
© Raymond t. Carter 2002
