Distant Trains

Fifty feet of sand a beach out stretched
a landscape of tiny mirrors
the beauty surfacial
who is the fairest one of all
a thief, a beggar, a queen, a fool
your best guess is the narcissist with a limp
and the faint odor of candytuft.

a wish for obsolescence.

I breathe because i forget that i want to sing
who dares lift their arms towards the heavens and
speak like they know the deep.
you impress n o o n e b u t y o u r s e l f

a mere taxidermy of my former self
filled with the baubles of contempt and
the confetti of failure.
so let us celebrate the Day of the Dead
the noose is in place.
the children need to learn what to do
when confronted with a corpse
so give them sticks and blindfolds
blood and candy are one and the same.

so look away, no matter where you look you
see yourself in gauze and rubies
a spiders kill that dangles in the
display window.

so listen for the rumble of the distant train
know i hear it also
the sound carries only for so long
all songs must end.