Past Made Muddy Glass
A piece of clear covered in mud
Window post-transparent
Miles fog such pure vision
Past decision taints the view
Firecracker lights but falls a dud
Ignition runs errant
States enhance sure fission
Time delays a July hue
Open wound without new blood
Mordant slang rampant
Love is a cut so strangely hidden
Future has an early curfew
What is pain, my dear sweet friend?
Is it the cause of another or the product of ourselves?
Eyes blurry in the most blatant trend
We’re putting nonsense on our bookshelves