Exhibited
for public view
put
on display so you
can look

**** me is that what it's come too?
my face on a postcard to send back home
with a,
wish you were here.

Oh dear
It was foretold In the stars that
I'd end up behind bars
caged
and the prophecy came true.

Ozymandias with his heart
made of stone
was prone to depression
I'm perfecting the hang-dog look.

Taurus rides through me
and in Cancer a
blue me,
like the Aegean
but not what
I see.

In each doorway a yesterday
a place I could hideaway
and today's just another
way to say my goodbyes.

They still watch me through plate glass
and pass remarks on my status
and some of them hate me for
being so still

but my eyes search the heavens for signs of Jehovah
I wait
and patiently so
for the day when this is all over
when the seasons
all roll into one.