slang.

40 blue days
with cotton clouds
rolling the dice
and shaking the bones
waving to the raspberries
and strawberries
on the street
while the bells are
ringing
ringing
ringing
your teardrops falling
like the devil's rain
and the white clouds
now dead
are white ghosts
just hanging in the sky
and the balloons float above
like balls of color
the wind blowing
blowing
blowing
them away
never considering
paying
the dime's worth
everytime you wear the black
pearls
stringing you along
through your sweet dreams
sweet sweet sweet
the white lady
leads you home

Haunted.

Her eyes
tiny, silent spheres of knowing
holding your words
hiding from stark reality
How could you claim your love
and cause her so much pain?
Leaving her disappointment
held together
like bail and twine
we know her heart
in pieces
and you...
the protector
the giver of life
shattered
the fragile beauty
with all consideration
your convenient disposal
we hold onto our quiet outrage
but only God knows
what she holds onto at night
now that daylight
has been stripped away
from her eyes.