Oh, juicy words to nibble on
washes down the hate.
Sputtered repetition
nests in webs weakly weaved.
Foolish mouths make love
to victims, feeding
'Mi amor'.
Mother motions
towards glazed sentiments just
as tides are reeled in by the moon.
Marriage and babies
doctor prescribes
for a relation gone a rye.
Throw your life out with the baby
and the baby with the bathwater.
Terms of endearment,
misshapen silhouttes
in the midst
of dispassionate
walls.





3 old applause
