tiara
Q
while
holding
was
your
gleaming tiara
back
in
stanza
of
your
teeming
hair
a
million
gobs
of
greasy
mascara
people
in
white
over
one
another
ran
up
your
back
in
fear
you
might
smother
instead
you
blathered
they
sighed
and
blabbered
moonshine
breathes
rathered
000925
...
Grievance
This
tiara
gives
me
the
aureola
of
faith
.
Yet
,
it's
only
an
ornament
,
set
to
give
me
more
illusions
from
mainstream
pathways.
Yet
it
still
stills
the
doubt
,
yet
without
ridding
me
of
it
.
It's
a
stagnation
that
should
be
cast
off
...
011018
...
Princess
when
you
hold
my
hand
,
i
need
not
for
a
tiara,
for
your
love
gives
me
strength
to
last
another
day
.
050208
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from