The tainted souls of this world are banished to an elsewhere
A perverted merry-go-round does not help
Logic leaking from star-gazed eyes.
Reason slides down my spine and puddles at my feet
Defacing what is known as
Real Life
I can’t be explicit, when who knows who is reading
annotations in my bible,
Imitation stained glass.
I just want to traipse through Mexican mud
Without leaving tracks.
Please don’t keep me here
Please don’t leave me there.
I remember shinier days
When dried blood could pass for rust
And the embossment of my nails on your cheek
While you were sleeping comatose
Let me know I left a mark
For a minute or two is all I need
Is chalked up to relief.
I’ve finally found a mate
Oh, you breathe oxygen too?
I remember the Alamo
I met a story once,
In the grotto of standing ovations
Where madness was rewarded—gingerly
With a glass of charcoal
(We failed miserably)
We are mosquitoes and our last words colloquial
Something about staying out of harm’s way
Just to make it safely to death
We grasp hands under the table.
