REALITY HAS DREAMS-----LOVE IS IN THE GROUND

 skin is torn
 razors comical display
underground monsters stare
six feet under the vacant streets
have i this answer
why that self destruction
a shadow carrying the gun

spilling the hearts basket
across those sleeping in  plastic
stealing the metal dreams
pointed fingers
breaking without the strength
an aquarium room
filled with a museum decorated as pity

one single stretching orchid
blessed from the dead
purple and black
defends me from days
returning threat

ill afford
addiction created
no words in the bibles wishing well
painting lies
throwing them
feeding them
laid alone on the fields green grace