I’ve unlocked the post of my field
The damn bookend that holds the seal
Has gone away with the morning hues of red.
I walked out into the winter storm
To feed the animals inside of me
A broken button healed my heart
And two burners boiled my water.
So just as my ticker has begun to tock
I’m whispering my odes to oaks,
I’m dressed in my Sunday best
To forget the truth of tomorrow.
Tag: post
Anymore (day 2487)
This is a passing by
A non-chance at running along
Losing hope in a rubbage pile
Of inconsistent bragging
Long lines that snake around
Two solid posts marked in red
Avoiding damage of the worst kind
While still maintaining
An innocent truth
Explaining how we just don’t know anything
Anymore.
Diamonds (day 1184)
Don’t believe forever ends
It’s a way to put it right
Diamonds in bright sunlight
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post
A toothless grin I cannot see
Holds my left hand agape
A maker for my extra parts
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post
Bending my will to fit your skin
Wrapped around with blood and sin
Design a hungry bird’s mouth
And my savior sits on a weathered post
And my savior sits on a weathered post