The City

A world hidden within our reality.

Mudded street
To when the world is in heat,
The red beads gleam,
Not remembering the beam
That cast itself in dirt
On a counter of hurt.

Roses like diseases
Smutter the world with amputees
To poison as candy
For the cranky
That bend roads
Like flies to toads.

Love like a mantis
With whis'
On Halloween
As it becomes unseen.
Mother our unborn
Like paper torn.