So, what if I do
This
?
I woke with these words
Upon my lips...

Ask you
What does it Mean?

When will we Stop being
Slaves to our feathers
...

I fell from your lips
In a forest of tall words
Without branches
No thing to break my fall

Feet fouled
by
Fast beats
on
Sticky floors

I look down on you
From high upon your wall
Gaze fixed by surrender
Trust was my fall
Though the forest did whisper
Still
The curtain called

Tell me Houdini
My body contorted
What is your secret
My mind twisted
How to escape
Fit for a basket

Am I is
Or am I that
What if is couldn’t
What then is that
If it is what it is
I’ve found more comfort
In is when it isn’t
Of that I am sure

Heaps of flesh
Treated less than furniture
Tines of dishonesty
And mistrust
Pierce hearts
Dressed for every season
Red remains
Where once there was beating