There's no need for acquaintances
and I don't need freaks

I need the right word

People are shedding shadowy ills;
their words are stonefaced
storefaced fairies,
lying the way away;
hilarious humans
with all the wrong attitudes
and meaty minds

It's day 2 of a falling

Day & Night
will force uncomfortable words
down the boring;
way way down the tiresome

The Pretty are sad excuses
for the Beautiful;
the Poets for Mathematicians,
Cities for the Wilderness