the boy leaned his head back
and proclaimed the clouds looked like
a dog in a pond

when in his three years had he seen
a dog in a pond? who taught him you could see
anything in the heavens?  

trees spouting marshmallow blossoms  
white angels in a kangaroo choir, dragons
breathing scarlet fire   

who would tell him he saw but vapor
and light? who could make his hound drown
by ******* dry such a beautiful blue?

Tree, I have come to shelter and with the rain to weep
I am soaked, barefoot with mud running through.
Soft the moss, cool and cold
to soothe my heart that bleeds.
Our waxing nights of love and moons
now fallow, a field that burns.
****** our hollow bed
of haunting, silent screams
too soon the fiery devil
too far my lover
the spring.

I once thought it imperative to write
As if my voice should be heard
Echo lisp revelations
Now I jot down despondency
On my phone
Now I lapse echo lisp
By myself
With ***** teeth
And lies wrapped around the ache drop gasp in my stomach
This experience of mine
This fetid decay of flesh


What pain are you killing?

My demons convinced me
We'd grow happy and old together
There's still time and hope
But you're already so happy
And I think my demons
**** at telling fortunes

Just the brain
telling tales
we are helpless
to resist.

  ~mce