The dark matters.

I wanted to be light,
the fucking sunflowers
to those precious meadows.
Choking on candyfloss
and stale marshmallows.

My clouds
BILLOW
where bubbles filled champagne,
raucous thunder
swirls and echoes.

Let me be
the cresent moon spirit
I was GIFTED with,
for joy's an empty orchestra-
tortured performance
for an audience
unwanted.


© DanGlyn