Forlorn and Faded
she's gasping for
the lifelong turmoil
under the spotlights
and cobwebs
into the cavity
into the forlorn mill
by marshy meadows
a passer-by mumbles
and kids play hopscotch
meanwhile in cold blood
she has been cynical
and started a hunger strike
when the kids kicked all the molehills
tender surrender
to tuneful fragments
of Monday mourn
the pilgrim carried
a burden with legacy
and everyone heard
the coalmine symphony
playing overnight
it was a helter-skelter
a midwinter mirage
scrawled with dagger
on a corrosive corset
she watched the flamingos
out on a field
when all of a sudden
hordes of hunchbacked
mannequins stood up
and she was like
what the heck?
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2016
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