Ash
Standing here, stacked
damaged goods
I bring me back into
the woods
The fantastic tales I
tell
Of wondrous magic
spell
Weaving winds
together tempest thrown
Burnt cinder press
ash on softened bone
Bound together with
winding vine lace
I do this in my
secret place
Where faces see not
my wild eyes and snicker
Deep in resinous forests
the air becomes thicker
Confused are made
wanderers, disoriented and lost
And when seeking for
solace, are greeted by frost
But this you won't
understand
With wet cement
covered hands
You've build the walls
that keep me away
Ear pressed upon them
to hear you I stay
Still the violence is
done
You've gathered you
guns
And firing in all
directions
Without any
recollection
You find yourself
spent and pleading 'why'?
Noticing not the
truth you speak with a lie
That it isn't one
sided
And you have not
decided
The commitment you
lack
Forever loop circling
back
With anticipating
gaze like a vulture
From your living
zombie sepulchre
Knowing neither true
life nor death
Evading the real, short
timed breath
And I am no better
for you are not
Reacting to you contains
my thought
Our antagonistic
& tumultuous legacy
Defines the contours
of our jilted intimacy
But not alone are we
the ones beyond the wall
As we walk we
remember that it too shall fall
Yet always reaching
for new rocks you reconstruct
While heavy you
become and in shifting soil stuck
Too ponderous now to rediscover
abandoned wonder
Unsettled by change,
shaken by storm cloud & thunder
Fearing what you’ve
blocked off on the other side
Unwilling to face
what’s within, you run and hide
But I can only ever
meet you halfway in this space
Can’t lift your mask
but simply beckon to this place
If you should chance
upon the cracks in that wall
Hearing beauty through
them, melody of siren call
Rush not nor scurry
to apply another thick patch
Rather, call to me, then
wait for our eyes to match
