Heavy Days

Color struts as wide eyes watch

Blonde hair flowing

Legs of eternal walking

Breasts of virgins

Young with pride

Aged men who toil

Pale and forthright

Obese egos follow

In dancing steps

With two ears to the ground

Braided, beaded hair

Still with wind and lust

Childrens mothers, filthy

With love

Young girls fragrant

With simplicity

Trusting others words

As their own

Lovely freak in cute ears

Carrying her burden

Upon her fingertips

Extra cool, slick with dreams

Of reality

Talk with mouths agap

Through alleys with

Poor eyes

Pride upon a head

A man with no emotions

Standing in the street

Hurry, hurry through the life

As love holds on somehow

Visers of Prosperity

Shade them from the meager

Men in two-tone shoes

Tapping to the beat

Of a womans walk

Cultered rides blind

Within aboriginals

Words muttered upon the ground

Hands held tight in ice

As the Sun beats down