Awakening on its journey, a smell of slight decay. Leaves sloughing from the canopy. A zombie losing the safe promise of summer fruits. Scurry and hurry to the beat of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, yearly routine. Close to where we started, but no less sweet to see, the two by two's; the families; their long sleeves
Leave your scrap. I am the excrement of the world. I crawl to the edge of the trash pile, salt it with earth and devour. Leave your disgust. I am the crazy you loathe and the strange you fear. I sing platitudes like a skipped record, scratching the cliff holds for dear life. Lay me in the dirt. I suffocate there thousands of years watching the strata pass. Cast me your stones and throw me in the pit. Belabor your glorious effort at my humble expense. If all else fails, burn the witch.
Close your eyes: A tortuous path ‘round leaves, a smoky inhale, an acrid, honey exhale smiling sweet in the pane. It’s nice, they say, when your eyes open and that place you stay...
The ocean at the end of the lane, out there. Quietly waiting with the sun, we stare. Digging my own grave inside a bottle of Jack. Living life worth leaving and it ain’t half bad. Kill me with a smile; never take it back. Don’t know what’s waiting, passing through trees out there. A hazy, white wolf with a welcome-home glare. A knock at my soul hello to the ones who stay. Chilling with my friends fuck the rest away.
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