why do we tear?
why do we crack
when there is nothing there?
nothing but a glare
let it slip
fall thru the lip
of the lie
the tattered scattered
wounded sense of why...
Ms. Intense and her
defense is writing
down her
w
o
r
l
d
I forgot that
would-be humans
should be fuming
like factories unsatisfactory
failings
watching the mass
slaughter the lass
who saw thru the
ailings...
She weeps aloud
her tears her turns
her aching burns
learns to break away
peel like clay
from the potters hands
pieces of thoughts of
creation of good and evil
all dripping down
thru my crown
into her
into her
hanging onto the sides
of my smile
and pulling it down
into frown
the weight of the
hate of the town
where once she slept
upon
the face of the beast
facing east
placing the casing
over the peace
the fleece
of which I strove
down she dove
into ground she drove
out the demons
that found her
hosting,
like semen
they swam into her
scanned her for
a place to hide
to ride and wait
till the light abades
and here it comes...
uh oh, another day!
another game to be played!
CONTINUE POEM