May 30, 2014

going, going, gone.



But what are the wicked things you've done
In your mind
You call her selfish
And him divine
Speak in tongues that weave masterpieces
Your loneliness
Lost in this abyss
Aren't we all
Just bigger babies
With more words
We know nothing

I want to climb this fence
And run fast-legged
Like a country boy
Scabby knees challenging tall grass
Hair like the cinema, artful and free

Oh the dragons are there
In between make believe

And

This breath

What a waste
To be burned

For

Being

Human.