05-01-2024, 07:27 AM
I am blank, trigger happy and assured
that words can calculate my innocence,
never really lost, just crushed beneath
the evidence of my persistent folly.
My everyday clothes are stained with blood
and ashes, for my waking life seems more
a slaughterhouse than a casual stroll
past Eden’s open glades where the menace
of knowing the wrong thing means trouble.
These are the only thoughts left standing
so I go with my gut and hang them out
like prayer flags whose every thread
is a plea for forgiveness, taken by the wind.
They fly, free from the ghost of my brain.
that words can calculate my innocence,
never really lost, just crushed beneath
the evidence of my persistent folly.
My everyday clothes are stained with blood
and ashes, for my waking life seems more
a slaughterhouse than a casual stroll
past Eden’s open glades where the menace
of knowing the wrong thing means trouble.
These are the only thoughts left standing
so I go with my gut and hang them out
like prayer flags whose every thread
is a plea for forgiveness, taken by the wind.
They fly, free from the ghost of my brain.