Can hear the screams

of the restless

through the open

bedroom window.

Shut the window

she’ll tell me

but I told her

after it’s over.

The sling of a famous

warrior hangs

in the Hall of Heroes.

Surrounded by swords

shields and polished rifles

with far more kills.

The sling is hung the highest

closest to god

and furthest from us.

Hey, Buddy

come sit with me, Buddy

Never thought I’d say this, Buddy

I don’t feel so lonely, Buddy.

I’ve seen the door.

The secrets on the other side

remain the mystery

or the answers

to the questions

deconstruction

maybe more important

creation.

I’ve seen the door.

Permission denied

I’ll try the bell

and knock twice

but the time isn’t right.

Permitted to poison

twice a day

and the antidote

is on the other side.

Falling

crashing

all before one period.

Survived and limped

away watching the burning

The flames used to tickle

the cheek

now scars and

follows

before the falling,

standing on the same

Earth was precious

now only flames

wondering if the Earth

can conquer

the most horrid

creation.

Cold shiver

cries of the fallen

dents and tears

on icy steel.

Scratches of where

you’ve been

and who tried

to come close.

Steel is clean

small initials

a faint hint

someone tried

but fell short.

Changed on a second

that was counted twice.

The statue

a long our toes

the stone eyes

blank without pause

focused.

Mute and bleak

king rest in an open grave

to pay respects

for silence

was thee request.

 

See it to the end.

A sweet sentiment

I’ll carry it with me

as I row away.

Can’t think of a title

a name

for a baby

who called

on his twentieth birthday

tattoos and whiskey

wondering

if I’d come back.

If only he knew

I’d never left