Blown Over Woe

Yellowing leaves and fallen beliefs
Jet-black ink pens on blue-lined papyrus trees,
The green guise of the political lies
Our hearsay is their present day passé.

The natural kiss mistaken and dismissed
Shouldered dreams hideaway by concrete beams
Barren future for a temporal creature
City jungle for the misplaced humble.

Shared holey abyss of an aerial zone missed
Black fish nets to capture sun-bathed coquettes,
Help the plutocrat with the backwards hat
Lost memories create green cemeteries.