World Reflected

 

 

eyes to the ground

keep your head bowed

i see the world reflected

in broken cement steps

dying grass

opened day flowers

the blossoming night breed

a tossed out used condom

and cigarette buds

in this mess

eyes to the ground

beauty can become confused

with the bitter sweetness

of reality's taste

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:27PM Wen 07/09/08 NM a thought while walking, smoking again, bitter-sweet thoughts (Typed, House)