Dark Features

Dark Features Gone where silent days Escape me. Cry baby. You never promised me Light by joy. Count your Petunias as opened full. Pine Away. You can’t have my torch. Black shed painted blackest. Sit inside, Think up a joke. You filled Your nights with owl’s tears. Breathing warmer than the Bun on my plate. Butter up And poke fun into it. Justice isn’t my foray into Forced liabilities. My minds Inability fell two flights downward. The stump out back blew up Last night. I have no place to sit. Look at the bottom of your rusted Can of peas. It’s dark like my Feature brought out by dingy mascara. Scrape green moss on the other Side. It was laid out under that Fallen, black rotted tree. Defied who invented color black. Hostile concepts angered Yesterday’s thoughts. Some were Fierce from fragile words. Darker Rings around the tub Brought feelings of justice Confirmed by a genius. Promote feelings changing into Numbing touches. I’ll be dark till the sun Comes up on my other shoulder.