full moon
over head again
feeling a change
something has
come over me
smoke clouds
the temple
don’t know how
right now don’t
want
to know anything
wishing to see
those thoughts
the others have
somehow lost in
the colors
of eyes
scars on my flesh
bring closer to
an imperfect
balance of sorts
but still falling
straight up
against the wall
built me on
one side
and the world
stares
what will they
say
who really cares
and when will
doing nothing
make sense
to someone else
red star above
the skeleton
trees
of April
why won’t Venus
answer these
questions
following the
brick
pathway back
to a spot
once knew it well
everything has
changed
for the better
they say
prices always
higher
one day this
place will go
under no doubt
on the last day
someone will
explain
why the kids
call me names
nothing
concluded…
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