KKKatie Is Free!

My tears were dressed in the tired movements

Of black and white film

Losing innocence to sound and color

To glossy images of ghostly white crumbled flesh

And ghastly red chalked lips

A furrowed questioning brow

And a twist of a collared wrist

Grabbing at the crowd

Of sad confections and thoughtful feet

And black tie affairs put on with meaningless heirs

As I flung my heavy heart away

And I let you lick the hurt by day

To cool my heart and hide my tired head

Upon rust red hills of bakers' clay

Nevermore to be flat and gray

Friday, February 13, 2015