Timorous Timbres

Timorous Timbres

Pretty  gold maroon and beige
Together flounce in your show off dress.
This apparel you decide should impress
So you team it with crystal heels
Put ice upon  your black grape eyes
And flash a wary android smile
Of pearly perfection.
The camera captures your self admiration.
Your haughty aura is interpreted mystical and you're sought after...

Flouncing in a loose night shift after the party
Tired of the eye catching
And catwalking
You're happy to cuddle
Your little loves to sleep
They align on mothers chest so beautifully
Little rocks of trusting perfection
Dreaming soft and steadied by your anchorage.
Just another mother
Just another unlucky lifer
In a secondhand shell
Just another test drive day
Through life's race course
Where race cars crowd out the convertibles trail.

Till the breakage of your chassis
Ends all bondage in  total loss
Gods omsbudmen
Will not underwrite
And if you claim damages
Fraudulence applies...
No mercies or indulgences woman
Be thou  the best mother you can
Our Father in Heaven's Earthy legate dictates.

Beseeching my children
Sweet beings of softness
Merry be  around the mulberry
tree
The man with the evil  blue face
Stares ominous at me. Its eerie living on Mulholland drive
Life casting lots and rolling dice.
Threatening to lock you up in  black boxes.
Where no one hears
The timorous tears
The suppressed timbre
Of your tombstone cries.

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