04-17-2014, 01:41 PM
He bottled beer but never touched
A drop of ballentine
But this was told in hearsay tales
Of touching outlined signs
How could I know the fractured whole?
When what I saw was lined
Up squares dimmed green in black and white
As loosened shapes entwined
He burned up images seeping through
Their frames by word of mouth
Where slowly they decayed in air
Till time would spin them out
I never knew his youth but saw him
When rage betook his frame
And language which sustains him now
Became a force estranged
Across networks of cordless lines
He lost a source for words
And formed bedridden cries from gropes
That lashed above a cope
I wonder when the world will shake
The remnants away
If earthen ways forget like men
whose drowning minds decay
But something still remains of ages
That partly bred and stripped
Away components born in flesh
that echoes from his crypt
His diluted bootcamp trickles through
Our line of men who feel
A shrouded shame confining them
To think of death and yield.
A drop of ballentine
But this was told in hearsay tales
Of touching outlined signs
How could I know the fractured whole?
When what I saw was lined
Up squares dimmed green in black and white
As loosened shapes entwined
He burned up images seeping through
Their frames by word of mouth
Where slowly they decayed in air
Till time would spin them out
I never knew his youth but saw him
When rage betook his frame
And language which sustains him now
Became a force estranged
Across networks of cordless lines
He lost a source for words
And formed bedridden cries from gropes
That lashed above a cope
I wonder when the world will shake
The remnants away
If earthen ways forget like men
whose drowning minds decay
But something still remains of ages
That partly bred and stripped
Away components born in flesh
that echoes from his crypt
His diluted bootcamp trickles through
Our line of men who feel
A shrouded shame confining them
To think of death and yield.