Red and Blurry

someone's world ends everyday
hauling mistrust
hardly springs back

there's those who don't care
lines outside of streets
perceiving grand levels
marbles, marvels, and bevels

lights flicker on and off
laws matter to peace
in an anarchistic failure
prisons are secure
the dope says nope to hope
so many insects hail to the queen
existence is not only for one measure
hard to cure what's too big
smart not pure
to give a flew to lids
it's good to understand comma but because
then there's all the jobs of wind

Poem by:
M.E.L.


Accompanied painting entitled Nude Study in Flat Cubism Amber S. (also by M.E.L.)