Pearls

The still calmness of eventide strung around your throat in creamy spheres

strung into lullabys of insane words

nosed into nostrils

smelling of forbidden french bread

chaos was always your karma

A tanning light bulb purtruded through the delicate blue wallpaper of the morning

when night flourishes into day

conversations were only shared with god

masquerade ends,a whore's hangover begins,

and the grass suddenly becomes a kinder shade of green

Embryos are clensed of the sins they hadn't yet begun

stuck in the crossfire of natural occurrences

the clouds cried and cried

you denied him in the midst of rebirth,

and he still calls you his child