peace

no fighting.

for wicked is infectious by road of pure ugly.

no fighting.

'silence,' once thought

'would disallow criticism.'

but it's only the first step into the room

where

far worse is yet to come.

in the end dreams of sleeping ear drums and knitting needles

vocal chords unpeeling from the sinuous strands of connective tissue

tongues falling to the floor

just wrap it in winding mummy cloth

honey, if you could just chop off their hands

oooooweee, Lawzy law

Ah, please.

No fighting.

tired to death

and just one truth

to each and everything made to order already

wash it away, soft waters

breeze it by

best wishes, aloha oi

Gone too soon,

see

beauty walks all day long