Lightning over the horizon
Enlightening my dark night sky
Reminding me of why
Your smile is the candle flame
Pointing out the pages of the Greats
That need to be my blood and bone,
The marrow of Life and Time,
The arrow piercing hearts of stone.

Leaves of the tree tops
       Touch the sky
   sharing stories of the view
               with the branches below.

I'm not ghastly to behold, but if you only knew the truth about me.
My soul coughs up ashes, and nothing grows in the soil of my heart.
My blood is full of sand spurs, and earthworms burrow through my bones.
Just take My word for it. I'm rotten to the core.

The light of my smile shatters windows, and further blinds the blind.
The sound of the brightness deafens the sharpest of ears.
My innermost caverns leak with stagnant muck,
but the truth about me is, I'm emotionally bankrupt. Destitute.

I speak like a daffodil, playful in the breeze, and I tread softly,
but don't be mistaken.

I'm a nasty beast.

Conspicuous.
With constituents sent into a pent a gram, with ham.
Flesh, tied with mesh and on a plate of fate you lied to us for twenty years plus.

Peril.
How terrible a word, so perturbed with putrid heard of wild lore.
What a sore of heart, I'm torn apart to see this part of me.

As hungry as I am, I eat not.
For the conspiracy theory within each bite might shorten your life.
The pinball game slayed me, the pin flippers.
Jubilant auto-spree, tickle my Afghanistan sweater,
I'm hiding in your auto sphere.
Whole and real.