they see no futures
they know no past
or fast paced
drying of a
plaster cast
casting me into a shell
hollow and petrified
the stone bones standing under pressure
from the late night drivel coming
from the neighbors next store
every bore, every snide interjection
weighing down on the man staring
at himself
in the reflection
it says so much, holds so little back
from an outsider,
plugging up his airwaves
with signals transmitted through ice storms
my cheeks brittle as frost covered landing pads
for rescue helicoptors to land
bearing the signs of the cross
not the red cross, the illuminated
Christ at a 180 degree angle
overlooking the hemisphere
crying and moaning
as each nail is removed by another
sultry memory of love lost
as love has been lost
as it has blossomed and grown two heads
with mischevious grins
hanging under my eyelids
crawling beneath my chest
uprooting my concentration

the elation I will have as it dies
with the tides growing louder
taller, viscous, rumbling
me into shape
numbing the pain once again
meeting its face
surrendering to its absolution
becoming embers sailing
as her ship sails, the glowing
yarn held so tightly until it snaps
as these cords in my heart snap
releasing its wall
a great wall
i do not want to climb
ever again.

12/08/2005

Posted on 12/09/2005
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