Pitiful pretty
Limping, ash-eaten caterpillar
Brilliant moon veiled
Brittle
Smiles burnt to the butt
Snuffed, twisted down and whittled
A triste cloud
Suspended over the table
Still and silent aether
Lonely and little
Wheezing laughter squeezed
In heavier fistfuls
Pitiful pretty
In a whirling fog of illusion
The bit of pleasure
Bitter