Bleed so gone



Sew me blind to face of present fate
open wounds and turn the reel 
dashing gleams the tears of dust
 blowing away…

Hard to the touch
soft to the blow
if it don’t wander 
it will never know

Wide seeds spread over time, kneels over
close the lips and touch burden
foreboding glance of significant image
bodies of sacrilegious rights
bubbling over…

covered so sick 
strange to the eye
if it don’t wander 
it will never fly

stitch my faith of lasting longing
hold the beast against my face
yearning random turning sour
pursing lips the cup a sip

Clasp it tight in my window
holding fast the weeping widow
creep the night for just a glimmer
drink the dancer growing thinner

cradle pardoned abscessed picture’s
smoldering avoided an instance
bleed so gone a silent chill
shivers sorrow on the sill

clean to the surface
soiled and mean
if it can’t cower 
it disrupts the dream

Crimson my veins the winds deception
utter plastic phrases of dilution 
to stir a lame stem
altered perception turned dry painted rotten

lovely so cancered
charred and waxed
if it can’t go 
it will never be back


cradle what has not been lost
burst the flame a worthy host
bleed so gone a silent chill
dust the sorrow on the sill

Created on ... July 21, 2004