Backyard Fences

you want to plan a murder ?
 your mind is racing
 its the cause for religion
 in certain circles running

 Light of illumination
 who gets the getaway car ?
 running through loop holes
 in vested portals,

 the glamour girl with big florescent eyes
 a vast mirage to the never world
 the whole host of togetherness
 yet we still barter for socks

 a derision of a laundry basket filled
 toilet paper down to the final roll
 we clasp our hands then long to amuse
 outside we see the backyard fence

 broken bottles line the vast expanse of its decorum
 the conclaves of caged barbaric remnants ensue
 what has become of the earth
 what has become of her pale sister

 let us bask in the vast array of logical persuasion
 come to the inner realization that you are light
 a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
 the varnished creatures are all in search of blood

 taunting through the exploits all alone
 yet searching for a new way to discover
 its the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts reality
 society has lost its way in the night

 sounds of laughter once filtered through the air
 today we are left with a toast of sullen brevity
 time will tell when the water will boil
 a challenge to be free is a question of time
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Mario William Vitale

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