A man walks his conscience
When the dew of storm’s chin stills
Puddling inside the pulse of branches
A man walks his conscience
In that park each morn
To breathe the sweat of sun break
Laying on the graves of worms
Wishing to collapse
Inside the hallows of mother’s womb
Cocoons of raging to the light force
A break in silence
Sudden raptures engulfs
His ravaged body
Battered by words that ruin
Filling lungs of stone length
The breadth of leaves of grass
The width swallows his heart
Spitting blood among the twigs
That bounce his breaking veins
Ligaments entwined a christmas post
The horses running memories
Of love and loss and tidings
Long since fell into ashen pits
A gentleness leads him
Into a glimmer masked like
Angels swinging doors wide
Mendacity breeders are awakened
To a coronation of terrible magnitude
Death reams his painted glove
Across fields adorned with
Purples, nettles, and lilies
Coagulating this bed of roses
Into breathing houses
Putrid and fever sneaking every step
Waiting the witching hour
For all manner of hopeless youth
To wander to their land
Of blackest glory
To set a prayer
In the devil’s kitchen
Where few tread
He believed a catalyst into kingdoms
Of faeries and creatures of fancy free
Awaited him
Bound like a king; All scepter and vestments
Crowned like ivory-incarnate
A man among minions
To take all that was due
In his puny life
But was robbed of
He didn’t know how to play poker
His face betrayed the outcome
And he was left in a coffin
With feet upturned
Dreaming of a single hope
Could he escape grimmest fate
He would breathe dandelions
Running boundless in fields of infancy
To live, unadulterated
To wage against cruel father time
O’ Mother where art thou?
To plead my case
With my tyrant that believes
My evil fate is due course
I have intentions left to complete
My thoughts are still bloody
For these crazy days
That haunt my steps
Some accounts to be settled
I will not have thieves in my midst
They steal my stars and moon
And all the grace of god
That earth has bestowed
Breathe bitter mortality back
Into my aging bitter lungs
To war with this wall
I seemed pinned against
To smell the lilacs one last time
As I fall dying
As the world consumes itself
And I can breathe a sigh of relief
For there is so much to vision
As the clouds turn auburn
In the corners of my eyes
While I dream of stars yet to be painted
