It Must Be Done

Snow White by Mark Ryden

Flip a new one over,

Call it –

Revel in its nakedness

Staring back at me spread-legged,

In-spirit to dwell a while

On something good,

Worth keeping.

But suddenly out with all the rest

And, leaving a husk to try make sense of

Distant whispers fading,

Matter in a state of flux.

You pompous pricks,

I’m here!

Or, so says The Stranger.

The Apology by Mark Ryden

I can’t be anyone else,

Only this madness

Come in tall and pretty

Girl body

Sophia's Bubbles by Mark Ryden