Synthetic Sunshine


The dull,



memory gripped my

confused conscience like a

dull and scarlet icicle.


I flutter. A lost, childish

soul in the perceptible tattered

grip of intellectual possession.

I am lost. Unbalanced. Cowering. Lost


My  elastic smile: ignorant as

an uncomplicated filthy

girl. A girl trembling in

vile synthetic sunshine.


You are furious.


Be me. I smile


at you.


A mid-thirties teacher-husband-father-director from Ohio... attempting to finally commit to writing.

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One comment on “Synthetic Sunshine
  1. docwaxhattan says:

    Damn–“ignorant as an uncomplicated filthy girl!”

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