derision horse (please criticize)
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-18 22:53:00
The ache comes straight out of my bone
Marching to my heart from dead marrow
Soldiers of sadness can only win
I wipe tears from a salty face in my pillow
Guilty for raising comforts
Guilty for endurance of these wild pangs
Fine then,
I brake down and let the pain take hold
I don't ask for freedom, just let me go
And snap me with remorse
I've been ridden by a derision horse
But don't leave me here in the street, face down
Turn me over so I can see the clouds
pour the sky's piss in my eyes
pour them on my pillow
