Moods

Light in the corner
In a dimly lit room
What is that odor?
Is it lying sweet perfume?
Toxic ruminations
Feed on misconfigured mind
And animals would shiver
With the wild breeze of time
Are we growling?
Are we growing?
Have the ants shown any slowing
In their purposeful rendition
Of a line?
Have the ants shown any slowing
In the corner that is glowing
In the dimly lighted room
So full of lies?

©Copyright 2007 Jason J. Loya