Reasons

You put a bullet through it 

Drew me under 
Left me stoned 

The wall cut a dark incision

 

Knotting my head back in fever

Webbed beads firmly around me

Names became alleyways that have no nuance

Drips of dawn flood the orange demarcated beachside

Life aborted where

I remain-

A pawn in fascia town

Flashing ends as the train whistles onward

 

Too many voices capped the last of 

conversations

I can only hold a cloudburst so long

Blades of grass snarl down  

Me in my basement grave

And all of them after tones of some distant place I cannot reach

Some distant shower sprouting bold blooded country 

into frightening peasantry

Always they speak of the first time we die

 

Feeling like the abused steel brush

Smoking death and rolls of bile cigarettes

Darkness heading over dark heels

My tired self against only

Myself

Existing the beat up old Ford on

A last criminal campaign

Suppurated blankets and a

Vagabond bed raising up its fist to whisper a

Grunt of road fish philosophy

 

Well here it is:

 

I wake to it

Walk with it

Deafen the intrusions  

I bark at fantasies of shoes and teeth

I growl down more questions than ever before

Stained immortal…

 

We are all Van Gough’s unoriginal

Fragmented vases on a bright yellow flowered stage

Thrown across whitewashed tables

We use to make love like good solid sinners

But here we go again

Where earth meets Moses

Flash and flame

And reasons only reasons know why

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Where earth meets Moses...full circle....around and around we go.....your words so often crumble my wants...thats a good thing isnt it?

[Perdition]

Sounds reasonable but then again what is truly a good thing when we spend it all on a ride back to full circle? Quite glad it crumbles your wants! Thanks QueenIe ..making my day as always~