i saw the fruit meant to be eaten
and i turned away from it.
i could not endure opening my eyes
to what was before me.
the
hum of machines and
the slow burn of phantom progress.
the cat, she slowly walked on the
hot summer kitchen floors
licking her paws after a tuna dinner.
pills on the counter next to
the toast, i could not raise my hands
to lick.
the peaks have fallen to
the underworld of the
dying bones crawl from
the fire to greet the
smiling clowns of
vice and the music
falls from the trees
to the roots of the
children who run from
the ponies of pale
mothers
the sullen forest of
despair calls my god
given name of recklessness
the system of service and
loyalty does not exist any
way break my heart and
leave me dead sweat
and blood mixes with
sugar drips to the
eyes of my virgin so
i stand on the cold
ground for you alone
once you touched my face
in blessing set me free
to fly and tell my soul
to come to you lost and
frightened in the cage of
the walls of sorrow
she cannot hear me as
i fly by her house of
blue thunder and the rain
melts my body to the
ground
stumbling across your
river you catch me
in the shores of your
gentle heart and i weep
mercy does not dawn for
my heart walking across
the earth like a gypsy
flees the holy spirit for
her sins calm is a blessing
that i did not inherit
the gods have no such
plans for me
ever
seen the eye
of a dead anything?
the jelly hardens
and one can see
the depths of hell.
where i haunt, i see those
eyes everyday.
they come in blue,
grey, green, hazel; but the brown
ones are most tragic.
it’s
come to pass
that a heart has exploded,
and for the sake of the hypocrite
sloppily taped back together again.
as though the trees no longer care
i look through the steps we took
one time and then two. brutal are your ways
delivered with most foreign warmth.
how can a Buddhist kill?
how can a Christian save?
someone say something
of meaning and strength.
but i am too of tree and
not clay. i hang there in the dry
woodsy field swaying from the
trunk. uprooted and weak.
did you meet Eve or Adam
at least? God cast a spell
and put me to sleep.
give me an ally someone i can see…
The repulsiveness will pass
and all will be diplomatic.
though the heart might desire
with a Samsonian strength,
the mind’s Delilahian command
disallows.
i smell the base notes of April
cold and unreasonable
on the gray sidewalk
smeared with shit.
the shoe leather of the
Langer’s years no longer
remands my weight. the thoughts
have become too stained and heavy
with the ugliness of fate.
no longer is it important
how the words fall out
and in what succession they may
land. all that matters is that
you are well and undisturbed
locked in your thoughts
and creature comforts.
the birds will fly and filth
will drift. we will wake up
and toil. spit at the gods and idols.
Strauss will play and cigars will emit
perfumed relic. i wear my pants in
constant grief, i drink the beer,
i take your quiz.
as you smile and walk away
my blood will crawl and
die someday; only as long
as i let you.
the canyons are deep
beyond shallow is the sky
souls climb to heaven
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