forward- all forward
away from the santic minefield
the shadow of a lesser form
frantic heat shield;
you walked a lonely road
the day is now red
halted on tolerance avenue
left pondering your world view
Tag: Art
fingers and toes
i counted
all the way to one before i got lost in your eyes
at the tip of your lips you are mine
and i am yours
at two
i fall all over again
lost count
and started back at one
seventh club
the experience breaks fear-
found the experience at the tip of a card
now knives break against my skin
folding full houses and straights down the drain
but my knees still shake in the rain
quivering at the memories
traded for guilt
measured in nightmares,
at the tip of the card was a jack,
and now inside this club
try to scrub this sleep clean
before the fear breaks loose
art walk on seventh
nothing on the docket
guilty from a mile away
judge on vacation
jury marked absent
executioner on duty;
trial by society
fire and brimestone
hung from a gold star
walking the streets with their head in a bag
marked failure
martin
perish.
the back of a billboard read- perish.
lined in black paint and red letters
the chalk outline read- perish.
i didn’t know martin- that’s what i decided to call him
for he has no name other then- perish.
a lasting snapshot across two metal pipes
a slapshot in my memory filed under- perish.
i wrote in my journal to make sense of it;
to find lines to read between to justify time of life
and it all doesn’t just round up to- perish.
so i’ll give him a line, the least i can do
too see that red and black paint
didn’t erase your name
but will live on in mine,
a statue called-
perish.
Saint's Muse 