Thursday, November 7, 2013

Road Kill Asylum

Stay low
Stumble up utopia
tell the truth
words to the gods
say the impossible
the strange
bitter sense
of honey.
I wipe my brow
and head
into morning.

Dreamed
small gloves
long hair
caught in ribbons
the sinister smirk
of cruel brutality
the carpet
Keeps slick
warm blood
fingers blue

Follow
However lost
we still
exist
molten lava
the jewels
of success
the wants
and needs
deprived
how hopeless
the empty nights
clicking from
the blue screen
pulling short arms
straight
I pull the dress
over my head
and back away
from the bed

Little lies
Clicking centipede
How often
the time
ways us down
seek
what needs to be shown
offer
what needs to be given
the comfort guides us
soft and sweet
hovering against time
I open
the cement box
and hoist open
black wings

Science
More over
the loud voices
surface wildly
speck warm
the flicks and flecks
of gold sunrise
over water
pushing through
endless drifts
the purpose
written and recorded.

Damage
Sorrow reflections
the mad
rise from
the Earth
pen to paper
ink to thumb
keep yelling
finger in my face
the pounding
of your veins
i shrink away
the fear glows
as the door
locks
from far -------away

Teach
Cast
call
circle
not the fish
pull up
the reeds
on open flame
white lace
pulled back
pulled up
pull down
guarded

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