Ceramic dogs eternally sit upon the mantle
Lustre prisms dangle in the air
Overstuffed everything with lace pinned on
53 glass birds roost on a table

Victor sits confused
on a fringed stool
playing the piano
bisque babies
covering the top

She wants the right to vote
yet to live
in her feminine world
of velvet curtains and velvet cake



Acquainted with suffering
shoulders hold the world
Bent with their worries
no room for her own

Searching for exit signs
above doorways
And trapdoors
in hallways

She came in somehow
There has to be a way out
of this
and that


Sea of Green

Green Green
Sea of Green
Silence stretches
Miles between

Where is fairness
Where is truth
Marching bravely
with our youth