As He Looked Into the Past
a discouraged thought...
...standing
peering through the window
across the clothes line
a light shines
illuminating the padded fortress
residing in my head
caged behind this emerald sea
trying to lunge from eyes
darkness scribes the tombstone
the still confidence
slow
slumber
ray of breath
that feeds this sloth of time
watching as he stands
crushing the hour glass
resting upon shoulders
of clouded cataracts
the mistress of age
withering life across the barbed wire rose vines
days stolen from fingertips
-smashed down-
-thrown apart-
forced to drink the days warm spit
(this rock)
firmly planted
barren chest
protected by the rust covered shield
named
misconceived differences
alone
watching your laughter
cut my face with razor lips
patience just cigarette smoke
hanging in the midnight
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