the summer sun sent down flames to lick their skin
and the auburn of the trees in the morning made them consider the end of days
and the bird and bee found refuge in the wood
and there was a lightness to the morning air that
sent them down in to the lake

     with the snow came their unending dreams of fault
and the dead were buried under the white
and the ice cut their lines
and their breaths were drawn short because of
the lack of atmosphere

     shards of multicolored luminescence paved paths down their arms
and the scars shone like tattoos on the moondust
and the sidewalks crumbled underneath diseased limbs
and their motionless silhouettes down the hillside proved
that there was more to death than dying

I've got a terrorist in my mind
a documented citizen of my own realm of existence
who likes to harass me daily
it is the fact that members of the human race
**** sapien
Homosexuals
Walk around and live their daily lives
I sit and stew in my little glass jar
Cubicles in my brain process their data nonstop
And I find myself trapped in a
Small storage facility of thought
Positive thinking is sorted and stored for a later date
There are flowers on my thighs
and here I sit bound in constant adoration
Out of breath in this sea of fish
Sure there are others but none like these