of Tanelorn
07 September 2015
Clockwise, usually,
at least in this hemisphere
I inhabit,
I fear the physics of inevitability —
I am drained.
toothless vampires
gnaw at the meatless bones,
which tickles,
like an inside joke,
proving only how fragile,
is my soul.
empty me,
the undead, chained to impotence
by an insatiable hunger,
for one last chance
to do more than merely bark
at the mailman
So monstrously
unfulfilled myths within myths,
I long for a forever place,
night to Queen’sbishop’s seven,,
I resign,
seeking refuge from myself.
in momentary madness,
as the bugler sounds retreat,
I’m free
to die a prisoner
in this push button paradise
Amen, Father.
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