Confetti of green linen, resting in wrinkles hands
Envelopes with pseudonyms, rougher than sand
Sickly sweet, clacking on concrete
Tender knees, backing into palm trees
Bathing in the sugar bowl, keeps the air from tasting dull
Obscene array, peppers made of clay, no one is too old
Sickly sweet, when the night is complete
Penthouse suite, still not elite
Free tone, moonstones, feeble fish bones
A role to play, I'm on display
A collection of burner phones
Sickly sweet, clacking on concrete
Tender knees, backing into palm trees