Dear Dreamy Darling

Dear Dreamy Darling,
I hired new fire throwers
New golden-show lions
No audience members respect, I bet,
When they turn silver

The morning is so odd
With it’s lack of light or promise
It frees my memory
Of your gloss, jumps, and curls
Into the dense fog

Dreamy Darling it’s now so Dreary
We appeared wild in domestication
Remember those rallied cries?
Now I’m left sorting, deporting
Filing, rather
Wretched hows, whos, and whys

We’ve lived a life of bloodshot
Forsaking the blessed for the cursed
We’ve divided the world between
That which is the best and the worst

At one time, we were great entertainers
But your silver cannot shine
Our judgments make it clear
That your best is not with mine

Dear Dreamy Dreary Darling,
Please join those now in exile
I’m writing to say I’m still cracking the whip
And now, you may join something more obscure
For many, it’s a pernicious poison
Dreamy Darling, please make it your cure

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.