Camel's Back

Whisker's length is all,
I fear, from devastating wrath and coals.
Mere moments, yet, between this
Field and hearth of flaming fuel that
Drives, in fury. Drives in thunder,
Drives to madness, empties, pulses,
Rapes and leaves a carcass: bleeding
Mind that twitched and turned a
Waking eye aside for feather's weight in
Maat, that path not far away.

Because We Do

This is why we
Pile life thusly. This
Is why my coffer's bare.
And this is why I taste
Of bitter herb and correlate
To daily bread a dab of fear.
This, dear heart, is why I cater
To each pall and whim and
Wail, to bring you farther,
If I could, from where you see
That I have failed.

Encircle

There was a wall

And brick by brick and

Mortar round, that

Wall thieved thought and

Will engulf until it

Crushes every ounce of

Otherwise assent

Into an atomy, a thread,

A whisper of what 

Used to be, and after

All accomplished, all

Surrounded, builder sees

In basic lay, that first encounter

Ever such a tiny flaw - that

Spark, now muffled from her breeze

Can't burn, can't hold this

Wall, this work of art becomes

Such burden, bound to crumble,

Meant for greatness, cold, enacted,

Great thereof, the fall.

Gentle Hypocrite, this Heart

You could not be so different
From he and he and he before;
Protestations, proclamations, all
Alike, but more adventurous
This time around seems, daring, safe, and
Righter than my eye for aye. A posh,
A down-to-earth extreme I glow
And go to sit with you and mourn
The wage demanded of each day, the
Call of Sirens, "Come and rest, yon weary sailor!
Bring your aching bones ashore!" A cry,
A call, to end all being self
And nothing more.