Anything

The walk of shame,
in a yellow dress.
Sunshine illuminates obscenity,
or maybe it's the same thing.
Feel my breath on the window glass
warm goes cold so fast.
Even when the heart screams,
the ears aren't listening for detriment.
And shame is only sediment
on the bottom of a sinking ship.
Skin only organic rubber binds
tying realism to time.
Don't think for a moment
you mean anything.