there's no more energy
in these bones...
been so involved in
everything
and it consumes me.
like nothing I do
can work out:
even a well-intentioned dragon
can only speak flames...
do I burn you?
do you turn blue
under oceans of my
ramblings?
and do you lose your breath
to sweet romantics
or static and stress?
are you gambling
on my heart?
there's no more energy
in these bones...
been so trail worn
for a while
and it consumes me.
how you follow me
on this path
staring at my back
wondering
if this is the hollow me
since exposed
for the scandal
I personify.
a walking vandal.
plant life wilting
to both sides.
head hung in shame,
not even authorized
to pain over the jilting
of my song...
there's no more energy
in these bones
been so attempting
for disconnection
from demons.
split
in an attempt to consolidate
the plurality of this realm
into a coherent
correlation
with me.
the anatomy
of a lie
extends nakedly
beyond time
and can always be traced
back to origination.
there's no more energy
in these bones.
been so at loss
to shine the radiance
of my renovation.
apprehensively,
your palms outreach
to pet the falcon
in hopes
the dove you seek
will resurge...