Post by Birdshadow on Apr 17, 2012 18:44:05 GMT -6
Hands
What are we trying for?
Those whose hands are blemished
with the stains of labor and
whose shoulders are wet with tears
still go unfulfilled.
Their dreams clouded; obscured,
stolen in burlap sacks,
and just as a single apple in the bunch
rotted with curses and crimes
will suck away purity like a leech at skin
careless hands wring away
the deeds of the careful.
The Live Performance of Time
My teeth probe my hand
as the clock chimes its solo
lips at a broken mic
feet at cracked plaster stained with alcohol
so soon meant soon this time,
not another worry stamped out like a fractured spark
soon meant soon
soon meant a measure of the hour hand
voice wobbling at a high note
and lowering
until silence
consumes
glazed
eyes.
Soon meant the cry breaking out
"no!"
soon meant the ribs heaving as sobs welled with the vigor of blood pulsing at a wound
bruises on fists and madness
soon meant soon
and the grim reaper's black portent comes to collect his wage.
What are we trying for?
Those whose hands are blemished
with the stains of labor and
whose shoulders are wet with tears
still go unfulfilled.
Their dreams clouded; obscured,
stolen in burlap sacks,
and just as a single apple in the bunch
rotted with curses and crimes
will suck away purity like a leech at skin
careless hands wring away
the deeds of the careful.
The Live Performance of Time
My teeth probe my hand
as the clock chimes its solo
lips at a broken mic
feet at cracked plaster stained with alcohol
so soon meant soon this time,
not another worry stamped out like a fractured spark
soon meant soon
soon meant a measure of the hour hand
voice wobbling at a high note
and lowering
until silence
consumes
glazed
eyes.
Soon meant the cry breaking out
"no!"
soon meant the ribs heaving as sobs welled with the vigor of blood pulsing at a wound
bruises on fists and madness
soon meant soon
and the grim reaper's black portent comes to collect his wage.
