Life?
A tattoo of vapour and a skull of emptiness.
Each growing day each mourn and sadness,
Grasses devoided of moist waits the sickle.
Nothing to boast and pride over
Name your price.

As salt equates no frills so life vices winds.
Seconds means than most
But teeny- weeny are your leaves.
And each drops for each memory
Sentiments conceal and announced yields vanity.

hotchpotch in the masters list.
Vagabond vanity varying in sequence.
Boasts are your companions.
Silver and gold your lovers

But nothing before a decimal dot
Vains pale and wilt
At a beep, you are a memory

Drum beats are your farewell messages.
Just in flashes are your silence.

Diminishes in rhythmic patterns.