Mocking foam oh test my wits
Slither apart from it
Abandoned carriages of convenient delight
Fancy boy glamour man

I, this

False Measure

granulated, hyper-diced

phase-crystal sparkles

stark malarkey feeble weebles

and garbled warbles

promotes heart-speak

key

Reel Men

This online scene sure has its perks

I can’t believe my line still works

So beautiful the way they hang

A mirror she wore on her wrist.
And the reflection was constantly kissed.
She had one on a ring too.
So her delicious face

“I’m fine,” he’d quip,

talking on,

giving me lip.

He can’t admit,

his problems or fears.