Car headlight beams, through windsheild wet,
Speeding motion rocks my slumbering vehicle,
Rooted to this precarious spot
Snippet in time, snapshot of ages,
A motionless state of mind..
And the rain falls.
Relentless, everlasting this constant beating,
A conscience wrecked in collision,
A mangled mass of blood stained metal,
Tear stained madness,
And still the rain falls.
Relentless, everlasting, the darkness shadows burning,
Rubber smoking, exhaused by road signs
And more rain falls.
Torrents of water, bloodstream running cold,
Another burnt out shell at the roadside,
Fire and fumes,
Clouded vision,
Breathe in the debris, exhale the air
Lost on a mechanical life..
Careful caluculated incision to the heart,
A river run dry.
Tributary to the soul, artery of the mind,
The knife slices with ease,.
A fountain of pain trickles across the dusty, gloomy morticans lair.
A quest.
A spark welder will patch up the holes,
Rusted seems and mascara stained tear tracks
Footsteps of a ghost long gone.
Wide eyed robotic stare, a smile tatooed,
A stencil of the child that came before.
Precise and accurate stab wounds to the back,
The cold stone slab,
A comforting reminder of his warm breath
Familiar weapon in his hand,
Poised for the next body yet to be attacked.
You brought me a bunch of flowers today,
Wrapped in pink paper,
Tied in a bos,
Presented with a flourish,
And a smile
You brought me a bunch of flowers today,
Daffodils and a white rose,
Lilies in bud,
Leaves greener than grass,
And Petals soft.
You brought me a bunch of flowers today,
Cut off from their roots,
Hungry and thirsty,
Pining for sunlight,
Starting to wilt.
You brought me a bunch of flowers today,
I placed them in a vase,
A window sil bright,
Fresh air and water
And a view
You brought me a bunch of flowers yesterday,
I fed them with kind words
Nutured them,
Then planted them
In fresh earth.
You brought me a bunch of flowers the other day,
But their seeds were not scattered,
Nothing could revive them
They are dead.
