Tiffany

Who can resist, my diminished fame, whatever crumbles in the mist, hidden by dunes and scree, realms of useless probate, gather at my feet, beware of those you kiss, please don’t turn and say, I am being a realist, this quayside ticks with heat, sunshine cuts a million shapes, my faraway look all seeing, let everything go amiss, I say again, rage won't absolve us, everything we see, we'll see again, include our vaulting envy, uncertain misfits, play their games, dreams lost in wickedness, I beg for my name.