the boy went out
to find his home
the dog set out
to find his bones
mother wept
for just awhile
father came home
passed out on the floor
slept in his clothes
he was gone before morn
a favorite place of mine
was always under the covers
i feel so safe
from outside bothers
i clench my eyes closed shut
in hopes that when i open them
love will be there
In deepest Night,
when all are asleep
is when they come,
up the flight
of shadow-stair
silent and fleet
Cloaked in black,
Quiet as the breath
of a slumbering child,
Down the Hall,
soundlessly gliding
Quietly
into the bed-chambers
of my family
And there they stand,
not breathing, sensationless
Diabolic yet infinitely patient
standing
staring from shadowed faces
no eyes but still they are watching,
in Deepest night
the clock reads three
I am awake, eyes squeezed
Shut
but
I know there is one standing,
and its
Looking
at me.
When the result is Success,
How can I be Wrong,
And How can there be Progress
If we Never change the Song?
How can Someone See
If their Eyes are Halfway shut,
And How can something Be
If it’s throat is Always Cut?
What makes Good,
And What makes Bad,
If Holy-men Killed, would
Criminals be Sad?
If there were no Bloodshed
Then Nations could Not Rise,
And How could Trees Grow
If Nothing ever Dies?
Lubricity and Deviance
Metastasize like a Cancer,
A Mournful,
Blissful Grievance
Smiling with
the Answer
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