These
alley cat habits
that
override my sensiblity
will
be my death.

Dress me fancy,
for
I have died
doing
everything dreamers dreamed
and
what stale lovers
lost.

Though,
I always hoped
upon
something more noteworthy.
-Headlined-
"local girl dies
while
feeding lions lies
and
extracting the burdens
from
the aimless ants."








..... but, is that
      not
      what I have done?
      If not for
      others,
      but for myself?
     



Graves
can be warm
when
fools justify foolishness.