will we be ugly

shall we become listless

drowsy and dull

like festering fruits on tables

tired little hums

winding down to silence

with stones ,in our guts 

after we've vomited out our worlds

of wide eyed spring beauty

into metallic jugs and bottles

 , forever until

ever,

will we be ugly, hauling

a pair of negligent

feet, 

heavy as a thousand ships

ugly, dull and still hungry, 

like fruit flies flying around

the neck of empty bottles