Bluer than ice I am
Sometimes
yet there’s times I’m
softer.
Times I’m melted as
Summer butter
and at times
moody trumpets could make me
Smile wider than my lipsticks
At sucha warm thunder.
There’s shalla hoping
In this town
but there’s times I’m
wearin my lipsticks
(Golden brown
Gorgeous purple)
thrilled at that alone.
I say good lookin for me.
Shalla lookin that is
since people falter
Among my views
Into snickers
At lips touched with sucha care.
Smeared sneers and all make this clear.
Smile wider than my lipsticks
to spite sucha thunder,
but there’s shalla hoping
in this town.
Ride a day, meetin
The whole damn city
and still am not
whom I am.
Crust of realness
Bikes these streets.
Shalla bit of dream
Cryin out in this
Questioned smile when
Bluer than ice I am
Sometimes
and there’s the times I’m
softer.
Times I’m melted as
Summer butter
and at times
moody trumpets could make me
Smile wider than my lipsticks
At believin in sucha silly thunder.