Insolvent masters of misery
called in like a favor to the blind
"see me"
For the love of god
can we please just shine this spot light
on the seas of innocents
innocents?
can we bring out the dead
Trolleys full of half breathing
lacerated
half burned shrapnel laden
souls in the great green lawn
lush and wonderful
nothing like the swamp in the hearts
of the high eyed boiling rooms
Insolvent toleration stemmed with glass
flowing flowing over the hands of the weary
great theories of the dissent
gratitude fallen on jealous mouths
Time spent wondering at the walls
fingers grown heavy with tattered flesh at the ends
boney lines drawn in the ivy
gestures on glass once more
still there is nothing in spot light
but the vacancy remembered by your heavy weight
Insolvent are these mentions of your name
The gravely pills of your presence
taking me one step backwards again
driving me ever further into the shade
clean up the vanity so I can escape
