So the words of fate wrinkle up another voice and the child and the mother

Well I guess they had no choice. A place in magnitude upon a burning plate

Wonder who is born and who is just late. Funeral pyre mates an eerie sound

As the keys of the typewriter spin around and round and round.

Day is mellow as the sun erases words to create and the girl reads the pages trying to retaliate. Remembers sleeping not writing one single word.  Each image is as clear as if she heard a mumble a then a heathen sound. Some times a smile turns upside down.  Mother is in the ages clearing rum and coke.  A small revival of hope.

Lone song plays in piano breaking noise through old floorboards as the mending of

neon lights play in a mystical reminder of place. Trivial encounter pays another bill.

Walls ask where she has been and where he has gone. Been too long a shadow playing

Dangle fates door closing in jealous review. Mother smiles from the wilder side in review of heart ache rendering more than child at breast.  Just a weak whimper in learning

Trust in lust brings forth another and a better song. Train leaves and she knows not what she is on. Collapses in a fetal ball on friend mattress

Outlaw streams froth of words clicking wide-eyed from keys reaching from death well

Purchase your sad refrain. Life works tight edges of a room seeking more a dust mite

requesting place and worth. Pain overcomes sinner and horror is reality replayed for

Rebel tripping.

Skin so brown in a desert of stars by a ceiling covered in mirrors requesting images

From a woman and her soul learning how to go to a peace of treasure cold and down

Rehearse a rocking laudably terse in respite yet gentle in comfort granted vaster old

Ghost plays his will and night takes all light and sound to rebound in ears seeing again