How Many Inches from

The Earth is the Disbelieving Citizens’

Faiths

not my photograph…

With the Torn Up Tees

People Who are, Begging to be Looked Upon with Regards

To Evade the Thunder-Struck of Fate

Keeping the Exact Same Postures

Squatted Down, in the Darkness of Hell

not my artwork…

This Dream, that Can’t be Fast-Forwarded

It’d Made Us, Gain that Bitter Understanding

By the Passing of Each and Every Single Second

Who Didn’t

Laugh Like This, Or Loved

Whether if You’re the Shrimp with the Head Pulled Off

Of the Fishes, with the Guts, Gutted Out of You………

The Lone Branch, Hanging on by a Thread by that Cliff

The Night that Simply Can’t Get Fixed

By the Stars

not my artwork still…

With the Knife’s Tip Turned Upward

Pretending that Everything is Still & All-Right

Who’s Not, Clinging on, Tighter by the Minute ———

With the Risk

Of Losing One’s Own

Final Bit of

Innocence

So, once that innocence is lost, you can’t, EVER get it back, no matter what you do, and, in this life, we’re all, losing a little bit more of our innocence, with the passing of each and every day, until one day, we’d completely, lost, every single LAST speck of innocence we have about us.