Trifles

Dehydrated,
Denatured and disillusioned
Breaths
Through shattered
Monumental skins
Reach a tired ear,
Stretched in
Rubber fashion,
Made into glass,
Breaks.
Fallen to a
commodity-built
prison.
Songs fly,
Splattered
On orpheus’
tectonic entrance.
Dead pigeons
Trapped,
Tied with
Our grief.
Reflections
In gray eyes
Shuffle through
Soiled existence.
Sent to Journey
Lands of halted
Ripples
And timely death.
Melted wings
aspire and project
heights of peasantry dreams
And classical
Anguish.