morgueville,heartland living.

the mert's rhapsody

Look out of the glass window pane,
a TV screen went insane.
Ruffles angrily amongst the voices amidst,
a kaleidoscope permanently encaged.
ever hardly mundane.
The wind travels alone -
a back and forth embrace.
So you know you could
do a Tarzan and swings.
But what if someone stares?
like the one where once in a while
my eyes run to the same o' corner.
It's abnormally meek, incessantly weak.
Drowning.
and there she will go.
Your pupils pushes out of their boundaries.
You wished you could
press a pause but
that's when it undo insanity.
She wouldn't stay.
And you will
look out of the glass window pane.