Buttered bread crumb crystal gem
Your trapezoidal facets reflect a greasy face
Distorted by the forest of surface atoms
You wear like a fur coat
A microscopically formidable landscape
This photonic wind must realize
Before presenting itself haphazard,
Out of phase and short of the mark,
A guilty excuse dangling without empathy
From the perceptible environment
No hand to hold,
No root to grasp
Yet entirely free to seek its comfort level
Of underachievement and questionable breeding
Mystically linked to ghost stories
And the ill deeds of grandfathers
Who once tinkered in the shadow of folk lore
Now beckons like a vulgar hag
Gnarled and rooted to the rustic ware
That swarms at her fingertips
Ready for service
As her army of well trained soldiers
Back from another time
Where obedience and heroic death
Were expected and longed for
By the disappointed
Whose mouse colored privacy
And rainy day coma
Has spackled her onto the wall
Victim of miscarried love
Specter of unrequited emotion
Her now frozen expression,
And empty eyes glaze
Like the dull reflection
Of a buttered bread crumb...