Crafting Etiological Myth (Poorly Drawn Treasure Maps)

Stealing nautical dusk’s light
Hidden in mason jars and empty coat pockets
Reforming Earth into human
First nights breathe
Canvassed in black
He discovered his precision

This locust song
Awakened patchwork man
His hours more stolen than labored
These days are not his own
Suffering another predicted vacation
Intellectual vandalism symptomatic of media routines
Everyday fade into background noise

Extracted moon
Your predicted eclipse, my draconic terror
Reborn in submission and loss
Hidden, less stolen
A deeper touch
Strong legs weakened

Day light’s wilted flowers
Morning’s sweet placebo
Building a new life on the broken back of the last
Human will is predicatively destructive
Shed your last shell, this body is not your own
Heart get swollen with pride and fear
Repressed emotion is often the bite to large to chew

And still, you promise to follow me down
Cliché and transparent truths fill the lover’s time
Bargaining with possibility
Hinting at indecisions
No one wants to be the first left alone
Another’s promises are usually skin deep

Counting tiles on the wall
First quarter hour of life’s last long shower
Slipping down the side
Puddles spot each step
Your pillow smells rancid
Snared in that squeaky bed by tangled sheets

She washes his feet with locks of clean wet hair
Her broken king
He begs one taste of her
He wants cigarettes and liquorish kisses
She wants to be more than they will let her
Even messiah’s have limits in the mathematics of human existence

Some matches refuse to strike
Denied your abrasive surface
Denied your incendiary
Slide shut the box
Stickmen build beautiful prisons

Pledge allegiance, perfect Hollywood spacemen
Sharing his broken container of space juice
Sniffing his uncut moon sand
Holding his plastic GI Joe and polyester American Flag
Glaring from the new full color 400 channel dream genie
Commercial free after 10pm

Step lightly good Senator
Your doctrine is outweighed by your convictions
Or by those you failed to convict
Financers eventually wish to collect
Will you fear when your guard is caught sleeping
You know we won’t let you lie to us this time

Abated media obsession
She is in his bathroom
Doors shut
She is cutting her blood stained locks
Her rewritten chapter covers the floor
She will sleep tomorrow without interruption
Her prayers will be heard no more

Run now to your sisters haven
Run now to your 4th of July celebration
The last ship blessed in your Father’s name is leaving
“Gods speed, safe travels”
Count the steps away from here
You still have time, become someone new

Standing on wooden floors carved from sacred trees
Traced symbols of science and religion in each grain
Your own banished tranquility
Wondering if she packed her suitcase well
Freedom is defined in strength and vaguely written insurance policies

Do you listen to the demons that haunt you still?
Realizing too late to fail deception
Rip up the pages; you can live without his words
Hurry now, Mother Mary is walking up your side walk
Good son’s embarrassment
And for the evil of man and his tainted intentions
She will give you permission to be alone

Crafting Etiological Myth (Poorly Drawn Treasure Maps)

SolomonGrundy

Morristown, United States

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