Cemetery
How fitting it was to see
The fallen trees, decaying
In the woods near the cemetery,
And a quarter mile down the trail
To the place where I knew
That everything
Must
Return
to You.
Trap
I crawl
Sniff
And sneak
Tightly against this wall
Searching for something:
Food.
Life.
But it's already set:
Wait for it...
This room feels safe.
Comfort in the lack of change.
(Wait for it)
I inch forward
(Wait for it)
One foot on
And the other
Soon to follow
Wait for it...
Wait for it...
(Wait for it)
Snap
Tarnish
I have no idea
What I do
To you
When I rest
In the complacency
Of action and
Desire.
You become the
cigarette
stain
On my fingers
As I
Suck
The nicotine
Right.
Out.
I get what I need
and then
I flick your
Dreggy
Being.
And trampled
Underfoot
You find your end.
I never knew.
I just drew, drug and strew.
Tendon
A tendon
Stretched
Until it's torn
And split open
Under the pressure of
Becoming more
Than someone
Aspiring.
Writhing.
Oh, The weakness
Of strong desire!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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