A pair of dreamy eye lids
A stick of mascara
Bright red lipstick
Neither bloody nor bright
But just right
For an attempt
To tempt
Your wits….

A quart of a century that I should have exploited
Sat smiling
In a picture frame
Laid neatly behind in parenthesis of yesterdays
Leaving behind feeble sighs to thrive today
Of concocted “would have beens” and “could have beens”
To frequent often
At each seconds passing
As the past tense gains strength upon unsuspecting creatures everywhere
Devouring up
Time in its insatiable horrific appetite for destruction.
A habit has formed out of nothingness
Deviant delight
Of shameless immersion in self pity.
Wandering monkey in side my head
Whizzes thru the flicks of life’s choicest menus
So much and yet so little to indulge…
Now tired lumbers
Slips into a slumber…
Ellipses wait upon a waking monkey eager