IRC-Galleria

The fake nylon tulips sat in the plastic vase with a heartless apeal
The moppy babies loitered in front of a window seal
A rainy saturday dwiddling the minutes with every drop
Eyes glazed over with a fondu pot yellow lock
pasty pale faces ill with longing and dispare
dog wistles ringing in your ear
Sinus's pinched with a muggy old thrift shop sent
Dry mouths and chapped lips curl with repent
Nibbling on imitation blueberries imbedded in custard pie
The flavor dull, raw, with a little spice just enought to make you cry

by my dear friend
Elena Rodriguez