Lines Laid Down By Others
Days of measles spent cloaked in darkness
Veil of curtains and dime store sunglasses
Between me and a sun gone cold with evil intent
Hell bent on robbing me of sight while I was busy
Looking inward tallying up the wages of sin
Bedeviled by an itch that needed scratching
Hands sheathed in white tube sock condoms
To ward off nails rendered, I’d been warned, poison
As the fer-de-lance snake that glared back from the jungle
Overlay in the World Book Encyclopedia
Slammed shut for the sanctuary of a coloring book
Prophylactics and perpetual twilight incompatible
With proper grip and waltz of a crayon
To stay inside lines laid down by others
Alone in the dark with nothing left to lose
But Roy Orbison shades and a pit viper
Coiled, biding time pressed between pages
Made as much sense as a malevolent sun.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
Lines Laid Down By Others
Days of measles spent cloaked in darkness
Veil of curtains and dime store sunglasses
Between me and a sun gone cold with evil intent
Hell bent on robbing me of sight while I was busy
Looking inward tallying up the wages of sin
Bedeviled by an itch that needed scratching
Hands sheathed in white tube sock condoms
To ward off nails rendered, I’d been warned, poison
As the fer-de-lance snake that glared back from the jungle
Overlay in the World Book Encyclopedia
Slammed shut for the sanctuary of a coloring book
Prophylactics and perpetual twilight incompatible
With proper grip and waltz of a crayon
To stay inside lines laid down by others
Alone in the dark with nothing left to lose
But Roy Orbison shades and a pit viper
Coiled, biding time pressed between pages
Made as much sense as a malevolent sun.
