Take The Given
Cold wet worn
and torn bandages
cover the floors
of intolerable
differences.
The anticipation is
detrimental and hangs
in the balance of
ill-handled questioning .
There the air is thick
and smothering and
smells of cheap
perfume‘s murmurings.
Why hang our self’s
over the edge and
yell out to the sky’s
ears deaf self.
Could this be the only
magical and damp
hand of fate resting
on your plate?
Inside us is color that is
ever changing one
could say it’s blinding but
binding to thy soul.
Your spoon of reasoning is
scraping their
mind’s resin
And blowing at
it’s pilot light.
I can only hold my breath
as you take off that dress
of shame and hang it on my
wagging finger‘s sanity.
Re-light mine
and we will burn inside as
we dine on our ever-lasting cry’s.
The box is open and waiting
for it’s moment ,
How will you shine?
lets swim through the
glass and stuff it into
our bag’s, Then we shall feast !
Give into the wretched
request for ever rapid thought,
And dive into her heart’s shallow side.
Divide the divine and wrap
us up in your lovely sigh
Then we will be taken back
by our mirrors time.
If not me I say it
That will
be the end of all concentration
that comes quick and without a
token of affliction.
The ounce of our hate has been
pinched by our fingers of
golden and silver’s sleep then
slithers silently beneath
The dirty and clean
give into you and bathe
in changing behaviors black streams.
Once a clever thought that
the many were just that
but now the dull know the rat
has hatched and now the many
are few and not between
They continue to be just that
the inner seam of doubt’s
last and first pretty dream.