dannyboy

Pets:

Cardboard dreams
strung together, flutter;
dead wind chimes
strangled in a desert breeze.

The newspaper is cut
into dependable children
attired with disposable morals;
teach them our side of the story.

Glance hungrily at each other
across the kitchen waste,
try not to notice
the lies we pat
as familiar pets.

The_Revisionist

I assume you meant "desert breeze"*?

Interesting piece, though.

dannyboy