The steely eyed glaze of righteous wrath

passed over me and stopped,

biding its time, patiently building up

dark eye shadow glory

and then like a meteor

over slow ice fields and the mindful of their own

business trees of Tunguska …

she let loose with venom and destruction

telling me I had to live in the real world.

 

A resident of such a world I am

but if I choose for a while to revel

in a place where smiles are seen,

where the friendly knife doesn’t cut you