All In Good Rhyme

tree moves
reveals an egg
outsourced in the
wilderness hated hollow
set out to pick figs in the garden
but buried instead in written late then
bansished to tragedy and amnsesia battles

with every new sun
a lapsing memory fades dimming
like dirtied glass

pain models in fast cars drifting on the bottom
of the pool overdosed on cocaine
gazing at the children of
powdery moons
too soon

each
fragment of a thing
its singed with connection
cracked actors jumping off rooftops
into media frenzy capitol
morals agape at the multitudes
more drama and photoshoots
to provide proof
she is sexy, dead and
beautifully aloof