She stands at the window
a fine white stream of goodevil knowledge
trickling down her chin
Lungs heaving against the pane
Lungs heaving against the pain
She longs for a killer breeze
from the die-hard fan.
The yellow-eyed seconds slither out the clock
hi S S ing in rhythm as they crawl.
On the table lies the used core of a once
juicy red delicious
hourglass figure, cyanide hearts and all
She is aware of her own nakedness.
The moon watches on
bleeding silver
from stab wounds by dagger-branches
waiting for a crack in the window
through which to enter
The Tree of Life towers menacingly overhead.
He walks in
AdamAnt
intelligent-designer suit: businessgod attire
briefcase in hand
brief case in point
He knows.
She knows.
Time knows.
An Electrified goliath stirs in the depths
The Ego awakens
lifts its rod
beckoning to the waves of children behind it,
parts the folds of red sea
charges head on.
It rides long and hard
hooves pounding the riverbed
Ready
to pull out on the other side
But the branches find their crack.
The Enraged goliath stumbles
suffocating
Ego trips
relentless walls closing in,
It goes under in a seizure
frothing at the mouth
drowning
as its children swim.
Time holds the twosome breath in its constricting grip
Tree binds Life inside a cell
at the center of the evolving prison
The pane, reflecting
The pain, reflected
Window souls mirror soul's Window
Branches regain their higher dwellings.
An exhumed goliath stirs
on a distant shore.
She stands at the window
a fine white stream of goodevil knowledge
trickling down her shin.