Golden Years

Honey Friedman,
East of Eden,
Lost her sandal.
Kicked the candle.

Once was magic.
Now seems tragic.
Filed the papers.
Remnant vapors.

So much promise.
Not much progress.
Lacks the premiss
In the process.

Ornamental.
Sharp, prehensile.
Dull utensil.
North Park Central.

Why we wonder
When we waggle.
Put asunder.
Left to haggle.

Of her temple:
Timely, tactic,
Lacks circumference,
Coded, lactic.

Let’s be honest.
Let’s get real.
The more it hurts,
The less you feel.


12/23/21