Little Matchbox Girl
Laughter shimmies through
tight, pressed lips
and dances down this valley,
echoing simple joys.
It is She who seeks this
auspicious pleasure;
praying for–hoping for–yearning for–
satiation.
Cease this longing! Resolve me
with warmth in my core.
She who croons for an answer
is not awarded a swift response.
Her song dances down this valley,
echoing follied desires.
Heartiness swells over
pot-bellied, warm figures
and rolls down this hillside,
a crescendo of wealth.
Community crowds around
a festive hearth
and carols, to their heart’s content,
epics of grateful unity.
It is She who seeks this
auspicious pleasure,
praying for–hoping for–yearning for–
satiation.
Cease this longing! Resolve me
with warmth in my core.
Sing sweet Muse,
of the Wrath of Isolation-
Its teeth gnawing at the stomach
of a Matchbox Girl.