Red City Loss and Not Able to Grieve

As the tide turns, as the crow flies, it becomes apparent that in life I have lied you have hidden in the parts of what society says should be your path, I still cry i live within the sight of that good die at noon, at 3:00. and yes at five. Let us not become to involved in the little things that happen to make someone's life feel a little better comes in small doses, regaled in hope's ground, buried in reality of to much too soon red clarity. Why do you elude me and yourself when all else fails blame the heart, when the sex organ prevails. More of less, when red is white, pink is right, a death is life!!!!!!