Wallow in blue wails, weighting
down a spongy heart. Love
dwindles in a small silent corner,
forever rusted in knots.

Silver-leafed tree starves
in gentle breeze of Spring,
eaten by squat, six-legged insects,
under the auspices of a careless sky.

But, when the wind roars with laughter,
like the maniacal screams
of kids on carnival rides,
the truth is aired. Yes,

the party is at an end; static radio.
All the black cat magic pictures
have been drawn. Not a lick
of life will survive.

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