Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade Across mosaic patios to persuade Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade — Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade — I made many mistakes in life, a charade; Curling around each moment, the cat stayed Inside the domestic domicile and prayed Asking the wind for a melody well played.
Multiple injuries “ain’t no fun.” Always wear dark glasses — shielding — sun. Going for the gold, my life span spun. Grimacing, trying, for NO rerun. I linger in the shadow, undone; Exceptional ego, barring NONE.