-.-.-.-

 

Oh woe, oh me, oh come, you see

The shell a strung in front of me

Cold clotted, clad in khakis

Collared flannels, blue phalanges

Normality, you see

Laid out before me, majesty

 

Brown hair 

Sunken stare

 

Oh woe, I know, a fence, a crow

A pallid pail sitting off the toe

The afternoon spent casting line

Could never succumb to this here crime 

 

Loud hare 

Jumping square 

A rustle in the bush and it goes where

 

I see, I see, and to let it be

This hollow tree sits daintily

In peaceful acceptance of his fate 

My heart turns and yearns to follow his wake

 

How can I look into that slumped face

An empty hand, a blood crusted man

And fear life I say 

 

Today, today

A witness of the disarray

A glimpse of the skin that binds our form

But will lose its color, and the sun will mourn. 

 

A hollow figure I will become today

Whispering goodbye, I see, I sigh

 

That vital blood that I liberate from my thigh

Returned to the earth where it went awry 

Hastily I set my face to the sky

And close, and close those restless eyes

 

-.-.-.-

 

eyes widen— stomach rips

lace unbound by swedish grips

 

for rumbles of tomorrows looks 

grace us with a troubling hook.

 

i jolt my head with fodder falling 

baseboard cracks of children calling.

 

the sun is gone and i am free

erecting idols, pure mockery 

candles blair their wondrous tune 

of no more summer, no more june,

 

i jolt my head with fodder falling

baseboard cracks of children calling

 

…yet no soul surrounds this wooden wonder

cracks of musty gray and thunder 

 

darting stolen light i listen 

to the final burning of the wick,

 it glistens.

 

prometheus robbed our holy riches, 

I whisper smirking smitten.

how human am i.