A LOST CAUSE
Belle Mahoney
Empty sidewalk
Empty charcoal street
Windblown ruby slipper trees
A sign post refusing to talk
Orange sky
Crispy creamy cloudlessness
Aching dream of music at rest
A love so blatantly lost to the butterflies
I crouch and sniff the rain stained pavement
Clutching the etching acids in my fingers
Ground is rough and cold and night is eager
So standing I step over cracks to look for where my craving went
Even the grass is curdled and brown
Chimney stacks emit the only lasting forms
I reach in an attempt to touch the absence of warmth
And finally collapse in a heap on the sordid ground
