Savouring its exquisite tasting
                           you regurgitate it.

Some times,
              affection
can leave a bitter aftertaste.

If not born into this confluence
From the cesspool of the waiting room,
Then elsewhere.
My consciousness schools me.
My ego insists.
I am, and was meant to be.
But logic countermands hope.
The fairies and angels are indexed
In the collected works of Aesop.
I am a network of synapses
Bleached into the soil.

it gets lonely sometimes

You told him how hands on your body make you feel like you're 18 again
The word no coating you like tissue paper armor in a thunderstorm

You told him how you stayed
Because you can't accuse someone of breaking and entering if you forgot to lock all the windows

You told him how one of the last firsts you had was torn away like old wallpaper in a house you weren't ready to remodel

He let himself in one day when your guard was down
And trust grew like dandelions
Wild and uninhibited  

And it's hard to tell which hurt worse
Being broken into
Or letting him in
Allowing him to tour your wounds like a museum
And adding his work to the exhibit before leaving

Looking beneath you,
tattered memories
               a worn out face sullen.

You giggle at there misfortune
momentarily,
But then look confused!
        not realizing this is the
father you never knew.

His illness never walking your halls.
      A ring still hangs closely..

Contorted within isolation I linger
In a pose of fallen reflections.
Each thrown from the nest to fly,
                      but fall like tombstones.

Barren of keys to unlock the gate
to let my musing fly free, instead
the feathers are silent and the
                     carcasses linger beneath me.

I was once free to soar far beyond my
reach, but now I'm a voiceless bird
caged within my self.
                                 All I want to be is free.

Woeful echoes of mine
                               reverberate
through realities veil and you shudder.

Whispering cherished moments leave
                                         pinpricks
upon your skin.

Unheard heartache chills your
                                             breath,
I sadden you even in death...

Rumpled paper, palms full.

                      Detour of eyes wondering


Moments of ecstasy, sight widens...

                  

                                                     Wallet empty.....

Numb of surroundings
                         eyes watching afar.

Fifteen minutes, a lifetime of regrets..

Tears falling  inwards....