THE SPINE OF A STEEPLE

it is with deepest regretfully
broken wishes i say to you
the chambers of my heart are
unkempt and the parrot has left
her cage :
SQUAWK!
SWAK
WAH
ah,
and these long sheets of
setting fires from a
light bulb sun seem to
burn the steeple at town’s
edge: her spine partially
collapsed against the dreams
of a praying humanity
and now the flat roof of
my parched palate leaks
mumbling someThing whatThing
i can only feel
the comfort of a manipulative
meow | and why do dogs whimper
instead of crying tears?

:: 07-05-2015 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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