Bleakness in the meekness of my weaknessesgrievances in the darkness
sharpness of my scars
thrust my distrust
in society quietly ebbing this uglyness away
trending on the busway
eucalyptus oil and ledendary threading
thrift shop mending my grifted mops
copping, chopping the dross away
motor floater fished from ocean emotion
devotion of this seating area
brings me memories of Bulgaria
rescue my venue
address the menu I would lent you
knew that true is my crew
through and through
