THE FLYING TRICKSTER

While you’re vacillating
they say, “We’re believing
and we’ve bought you,”
they say, “a treasure map
showing how you can find
your heart”
This spot of soil sits
directly below my head
“We’re a false witness
it goes with our love”
i want to burn all these
liars who watch my future
burning fields of feelings
the pain like an unwound
clock i keep winding up
and i see the woods once
inviting but hear there’s
a flying trickster in that
wood next to the false
witness so i dismissed
the greater part of my friends
and hear they have done evil
things upon that spot of land
i was never told, a hidden
path to their soiled spot
within a phallic tower
all within inverted commas.

:: 08-01-2015 ::