Joel.Simone

I’m walking along this shallow
iridescent tile
and upon the frank after shower
I find it coming to this hour

A girl named for her style
eyes hiding from the sun
with another who’s blocking the fire
but acting like she’ll run

Interest is in the ground
while their smiles fight to drown
for the hatred one brings to another
is for the justification given down

Perhaps this is a delusion
nothing more then the institution
hiding for their value
of an instinctual reception to the dial