Make believe. You made me
believe. The cruelest
gift in our stocklings.
Striped coals from the
back of our teeth.
That was the dessert
you left behind.
Chance you’ll leave
your sleigh on a tow truck.
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Make believe. You made me
believe. The cruelest
gift in our stocklings.
Striped coals from the
back of our teeth.
That was the dessert
you left behind.
Chance you’ll leave
your sleigh on a tow truck.
Brave bright ivory knights
stand side by side
beak below the
metled sun
eyes on a reflection
of mercy’s eyelid.
Cower under the kitchen table
momma will bring you a bottle.
They bleed for the need to feel
free.
Free of the nightmares.
Free of the crossroads.
Free to walk the streets during a full moon.
Leave the safety of yesterday
and walk this avenue with me.
Challenged dust
blast secrets from
deep
deep within that cave.
Shinning light on
repressed love and trials
you only met
in the lab.
Styled to the top
breaking bread under
mystified chandeliers
crashing to her feet.
Earth rattles
as the wall
shatters, robust
core never wavered.
The joiner will
come in the dawn
to assemble a new
grand structure.
Shell shakes the cold Winter into
Fall. Ing into the night- the long night.
Striking thunder ignites
prolific strokes on
stone tablets.
Fire and cherries edge
the rock and crack
before Thoth’s might
book.
Swinging ink forges
new history and one
dream.
turns weak men into air
and the strong into puddles.
Jingled wraith stalks the poor
and kills the wise.
Straps of hair carpet
the floor and
cement the heel
buried two feet below
the Earth. She’ll be back
for the rest.
We worship thieves
that control the youth
that bends the land
to their will.
Oh, I can feel the temperature rising,
the henchmen burning
the truth,
I must be a hundred and nine.
The castle burns
around your original subjects
and the ashes fly
through the ghetto.
Shy eyes
and a smile
that could deactivate a bomb.
Tracing a version
of herself
that she sees.
Can’t continue
to watch and set
the bomb before
the day ends.