... up against the wall when the revolution comes

Crept

Bitter and carefully swept

ascension in a giant leap

success not being as imagined on a dirty wood floor

amidst the talk of cattle.

 

A summer morning briefly wept

belaying the promise of stuffy heat

sun magnified by the water in the air

and bagpipes creeping across the turf.

 

A somber silence with weight was kept

reminding of the constructed secrets of life

split by simple giggles and an

invention of plastic in funny shapes.

So it was a decision of convenience

that mutated itself

into a pierced belly that should have been full

of eggs and cream

but nearly empty because words do not have nutrition

and whatever pleas I make

are empty screams

in the rain washed dawning.