Early Morning Trash

[MasterWordSmith]

And through glass plate,
with eyes pushed firmly against
the window, spying through the naked
kitchen, he's outside blowing
the cigarette smoke of winter
alone.

With extravagant broach, and with
eloquent feet and with a pink dress
matching the long drapes (whom are
crying on the floor) she dances under the
kitchen chandelier spinning
her web unknowingly, for him.

Across from the trailer park,
her next door neighbor throws
out the trash like the winding
of springs in his grandfather's clock.
Always Sunday, always morning.

[Isis]

I liked this poem muchly, could understand the first and second stanza and see what it was portraying but the third one just pushed it back to reality, which I suppose might have been your intention but it still confuses me ^^"

[DJ StarScream]

Like i said in your IPG. It's good then it gets random and starts to lose it.