Thank You Loraine

On the final day
the beast rested
and began consuming
human flesh
to the chants of yellow animals
dressed in red.

Lost moments
woven into dreams
of a life
compromised by lies.

Forests of empty trees
alcoves where alibis lie
plagiarized
by resumes that never end.

A solitary life
washed by solemn waves
in a mellow pool
of bubbling lemonade.

Please Louise
be kind to me
cling to your fancies
deceive me if you wish.

The piano plays
a violin sings
the avenue to truth
is closed today.