Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Hello, Knife...

Hello knife…

…Stasis in motion…
Corners turned and chosen paths
Society shunned; ignored in turn
Product of vitamin D deficiency
And rage – inner seething
Roiling mind
Guts knotted
Like a nest
Of rattlers on acid
From beneath this woolly fleece
I cast a canine shadow
Too many grudges to hold them all
Empty a full clip
But it’s never enough
Not forgiving just forgetting
In dark shades of grey
Along dusty streets he shambles
Crisp black clothing faded;
Like his health and age.
Shattered shards of past ripping soles
As steps forward mimic steps back
Glittering reflections
Of mistakes made then; now; again!
Walk on, walk past, and walk away,
It’s best if you do,
Turn around and walk away…
Nothing here for you, today.
Maybe later, we will see.
It depends on if
He notices you, notice him
Then it’ll be you here
Standing in a field of lies
With a pocketful of truth
Full to overflowing with soured milk
Juggling bricks in this glasshouse
Stroking edges of that pain that remains
Watching those fingers curl and close
Grasping that tender heart and ripping it out
Feeding entropy

…Goodbye life

1 comment:

aria said...

biting words.. yet mirrors tellingly human moments .. Wonderful ..