Daughter of Loneliness

Oh! daughter of loneliness worshiper of horus though quite unaware collector of dandelions look over here then double chins on racehorses! that slight stain on your two fingers story of cigarette hungers and nicotine romances dealt with in shadow quietly no fierce gazes now from church ladies magnificent in their clucking bow processing the dirt at your feet lest your sins discolor the very ground of your precious precious little town Oh! daughter of the earth collector of dandelions rush of cicada wings trembling, quickening at your approach my proud back collapses a new S shape coils vertabraeic tribute then I will paw at the dirt your proud mother our shared ancestor then keeper of the dead drifts through my fingers the tribute of the soil Nothing here to keep the servants are onto something that shiny image you have of me a flaking wedge of cake in your mind, now grown stale nibbled at slowly by the scuffling teeth of doubt, of fear, of the nakedness of faith a spectral rodent drifts in and out he is made of uselessness and has no point and scurries about on errands please, swallow whole that cake release that sobbing doppelganger from that mindful prison of time lest your sins discolor the very ground of your precious precious little town