The Clown Lies...Mask Down In Traffic!

[maggot]

Outside the gate
Too starved and too late
The tide rises and gives
Rise to the illusion
It's unearthing is awaiting
In a distant fog I flounder
For distance
I arrive and SEEK no shelter

...For the words have been written and
Taste bitter on my tongue....

(like a sweater song, i've become undone)

When I speak I'm most revealed
The unsettling feeling when you
Feel you were less received than
The floods you--You recede only
Giving credence to the notion
Of decaying day counting
The fountain over fills with
All you branded real--I did not
Hear that carved upon my epitaph
The bitter sweet heart attack that
Set my concrete secret chant

I tried
To be a
Surrogate
And then again
I'm not sure of that
My sense of smell has gone to hell
A castaway from former daze
the trip ended

My soul suspended

I ask you how this here
And know my bloody wrists
predicted this
something amiss
the serpent's hiss

I was not on that list.