teen poetry

come down at dawn from windless hills
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
beneath my window in a city street
she knows a cheap release
is there anybody there
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i make my shroud, but no one knows
under the harvest moon
better than granite
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans