brandished heart

I'm sorry that
the world turns round
turns its back on your back
while the heavens frown

rain washes
while your sorrows drown
in the mire like desire
baited breath broken down

I'm knocking
and there's no one home
save the mice and the spiders
and your old lonesome gloam

tantalize me
with your vacant stare
run your fingers
through your wayward hair

it's the ghosts that you fight
vanquish day like a knight
in the night of a day
like an empty sight

soaking in your sweaty bones
casket hanger on handsome loan
tickling tightrope beneath your feet
deadly dance unto defeat

social icicle
confectionary sweet
suckling on a shriveled teat
torn and tattered blue and beat

frozen forgotten like a fire's retreat
and I'd hold your hand
kicking sand in the gutters
catching wind on a breeze

and I've lost myself in a kitten's sneeze
your twisted embers
blazing blazing like the starlight
cutting clear though heaven

I'm sorry that
the world turns round
turns its back on your back
while the heavens frown

rain washes
while your sorrows drown
in the mire like my desire
baited breath broken down

let the last one down
let it down let me down
and so I sing your praise
weather worn prayer and phrase