Pearls

Tears wrapped in mild-mannered
honeycomb whispers of pale blue
lies that tangled endlessly from the
ten year prison term I've served.
Crumbling morsels of denial dance the floor
where rusty colored blood scarred knees
traveled in search of redemption.
Laughing stalks of red cotton colored lipstick
paint a pretty picture on the
fragments left of a window pane
as she looks into my life.
Pearls of anger and diamonds of jealousy
sparkle silent sorrows into an empty
glow under morbid midnight moon
as passion filled hollow walls
echo empty eagerness at each of us.
Blistering nights of subconsciously
walking away from disguises in defeat,
the battles continue to portray
a life of love, a life so neat.
and I, like a bastard butcher
slewing away on late night meat,
have stained my white's
and lost balance upon my feet.

5/17/07

wj