TOURING.

Reams of bereavement over all.
Pictures of people upon the wall.
Splinters and shrapnel all over me,
Constant reminders of ecstasy;
Feel, zeal, underneath,
Too many animals in your teeth.

You are such a funny girl,
And it doesn’t take much
Time at all, to recall,
Just who you were, and now you are.

Scandal, re-handle and testify.
Mole hills of candles to clarify.
Etching an incident in your mind,
Finding reality hard to find;
Fall, tall, land with haste,
Full of impression too rent of taste.

Fatal as nature can be.
Filling while I choke on you.
Willing to get through,
And shrouds to be enticed.