posted on Jul, 6 2016 @ 12:38 PM
When a tear solidifies
under the eye of the heart
one digs deep like a mole
into their bell jar
will they have lamb
or rise again shaky legged like a foal
such a foul thing to give a heart pure
to have it stepped on and steeped
in pastures thought more green
if I had more luck I wouldn’t
be sitting on this fence
while others build walls
I guess this will be for the turrets
and yon spire where no hair would climb
no more damsels in distress
when a queen of hearts has cut out mine
when you’ve been beheaded
by even the towns last Curr
the squirrel has lost it’s tree seeking all the nuts
and the bird just flies there dead
soaked in the tears of a storm long past
the soul it carried flew back inside at long last
it sharpened its beak for aeon’s of years
on mountains of stone
He bowed his last
except for homage
to a past and future of long last
while the present sits unadorned like a throne
while these bricks smile palindrome
There’s no tongue to throw against them
and all the kings horses and all the kings men
rolled happily ever on