the seven

Hell:

Just an addiction 

you love the heat

But hate to be burned

Yet you keep coming back

For more

Are you the heir

Or just the second born

Either way

You're cursed

By more than existence

Much more

Stacey:

There's that smile

Framed by a dark canvas

Held up by that fist

As they laugh and smile

With the slightest tilt

The eyes open wide

The motions are a polite courtesy 

Nothing more

Just business 

You're being consumed

Yet you're the consumer 

A course in capitalism

You're being devoured

While being served

Eaten out as the main course

No wonder you're so hollow

Yet you think yourself pleased

You came

But where are you going?

Her:

A stranger

You'd like to know

But never will 

Someone you saw once

And now you're no one

You're none

No existence 

So you  don't  even speak

You just move

Away

Jane:

Resting

Yet active 

How deceptive

So misunderstood 

Sitting low

But lifted

Full of energy

Displayed as a calm

Stand off ish

Because they stand apart

Like the MoMA

Housing only one work

Quiet:

It’s less about layers

And depth

But rather the unknown

The potential

Lying in silence

Waiting for secrets

To be stripped

Laid bare

To be cherished

Riot:

How do you contain a quiet storm?

With pursed lips

Possibly

Or maybe 

You just let the drops

Pound the panes 

Until streaks   are smeared on 

A zygomatic process 

Mary-Jo-Lisa:

A foreign attraction

So you never understood

Their actions

Or how they existed

So you stayed

But only as a stranger

Reading lips that lied

Because the tongue was unfamiliar

You hoped it was the beginning

They were speaking of revelations