Slipped

by JRZH

May 6, 2016

I'm Not gone

Say you won't forget

I can't shake no more

Just crumbling like pastry when winter calls again

I can feel the sad old earth tremble

Marigold leaves embed mosaics on your skin

And sun-showers vine your arms

Your basilica bones cradling rough tides that collapse on your cheeks

Help me understand

Why time cowers from the valleys of your threadbare heart

Why death makes love a poor beggar

Why everyday ricocheted off your barrelled rib-cage

One two three

The humdrum silence now speaks me

And medley dreams capture my purged soul

A few steps away from insanity.

Here we go.

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JRZHMay 6, 2016

Sorry about the bad formatting- the structure included stanzas but it seems to have not gone through any punctuation is a new line basically kindest regards