Morning holds a cup of anxiety
Heart they say Jenny
Is just a liability
We attempt to teach it
But it teaches us
Morning holds a plate of indigestion
let it sit beside the sink
Then slide its contents into the trash
heart can be a guide but never a teacher
Only the divine and centered mind
Don't run from the dread
Dress yourself in those layers
Feel the fabric of them come undone
Until they are ripped up
Then use them to clean up the mess
I told you that it wasn't me
Stubborness in your disbelief
It wasn't me back then
What has your insistance cost you
Present day a fortune
See through the gossip
But it's already true for you
I am whatever the consensus
if only you had taken caution
A cheap outlook
In the train of life
We cross and meet between carriages
You are adamant
But not diamond
In error
time culminates into certain wells
Where fairness speaks
Take the time now to rue
To spend it in the skull and stew
Your mistake
It lies infront of the car dealership.
Oddly shaped.
Gray speckled white.
Kicked a few dozen times.
Sometimes landing closer to the gutter.
Sometimes closer to the road.
It's hardness always.
It's immutable state.
How it takes up space inside a hand.
And here near the park how it stands out of place.
Above a smooth surface.
Waiting for a car tyre.
Or a shoe connected to a foot.
Or maybe even a deluge.
It will slowly move a block down.
Exist in the form it is.
Unlike us of flesh.
Remaining exactly as it is.
Unchanging.
Stone.
Out there left for dead I was the scarecrow
In your mind the tailor sewing dream
Out there in the field packed with hay
Won't you say hello
Through the pines
Winter caused the world to be abandoned
Foraging wendigo
Bones cracking in the frost
loud as whip cracks
Icicle falls sharp end into earth
a small statue
destined to melt away
Further into the wildernerness
Where absurdity exists
I am the mirror hanging on the stairwell
exposed to the elements
Dying breaths
Exhaustion
Hunger unrecognizable
Dogged searching
Those who are lost
Come face to face
deplorable and ominous
Calling you deeper
They move in lines
See how they die
The battle field once dry
Now wet and plight
The fires roll and rise
Escape flames caught me trying
Ill exit burning bombs flying
Scolding skies
Tanks ramble and drones motor high
Ballistic missiles glide
City blocks dive
They move forward in lines
The land where stale mate is applied
Noman's potmarked land is frying
Craters where corpses still lie
Friendly rifle, friendly fire
Lodge a complaint
Conglomerate human resources department
Prudish and pompous
Who could embody
Not all of the grandchildren
Only those that fit in
Their bathroom in perpetual shade
Near pictures of the family
My face not here
The dark side of the house
Cool all year round
Overgrown bamboo
Shuts out the others
Chosen neglect
what gets left in the shade
Get's overlooked
Ignored at the dinner table
Anger is the only residue
As the others struggle to grow
Seemingly no mercy
Self absorption
recycling the fat
The over achievers were chosen for compliance
Their concealment of hidden flaws
Their biggest feat yet
Dog sprints
Up to the highway
Beside the lorry
Another dog runs into the distance
Dog watches him go
Could have been a her
Probably a smell my one knew
He looks back to me
Deluge between us
Roads turn to shallow lakes
He sprints into it
and swims back to me
Problematic mammal
Love him
