Transient
thoughts caught on breezes
Risqué
watch glances, time that freezes
The man
sells his soul to the devil in the desert
And
everybody asks was it really worth it?
This barren
land left untilled
No seed to
squander, still none to spill
A mockery
of laughing, painted faces
Of the
gallery stands or a day at the races
Far be it
for perfection to find in mere words
When
daggers far better than mightier swords
Silence
that shields behind walls to decay
Where sour
recognition lays her head for the day
And just as
we supposed the clouds to have passed
And just as
we finish the last question we ask
And before
the sun turns out his light
And before
we bid each adieu and goodnight
A straw we
each draw, longest to lean
And small
and squat and all between
The bones
we pick, chew and gnaw,
Till no
hope between us throws down the wall
Our heart
we guard as the dragon doth treasure,
And our
pain, our experience, to our lives measure,
Brick work
masonry that becomes our love’s foundation,
Finds
itself collapsing in dust and confusion.
I’ve peeled
back the flesh to expose the bone
Now you
need only discover the marrow befouled wretched stone
You’ve
promised the lies, you’re at home with the dead
But are you
at home with the words you have said?
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