getting into the sin-painted
carcass cotton candying of ambulance chasing
it is the only way
some of us remember
to pay to know
the animals we used to be
we listen and long
in the thrill
of observing
when the circus of sirens
is relentless
outside the window
when it carries on
throughout the night
with draped
lights
around our carnival ore
and our disappearing
humanities poured
into
every game
we
play to be right
three
for every dollar
holler
if you want to throw
chances
away again
automobile
accidents
and
house fire desperation
the
barker hails
clear
across the gurneys
and
attendants wading
the
step right here
hear
a near coming clear
into
what time I can extract
from you on the way
it
smells like you can taste
the
disregard of bone
outside
these windows
through which a tunnel entry
of emergency
beacons
becomes an odd
rhythm raising
the
flags with matador dare
and fate that says
come grab hold
because
I am told
the
sirens will be relentless
and
staying with you
and your trapeze
throughout this night
without a net waiting
for broken glass
in the tides
I
keep closing my eyes
to
imagine my places
and paces
from the crawls
to the climbs
and
I keep seeing
the
mangled bodies
and
rusted metals
of
our species
raining
itself
onto
the hot iron core
and
screaming
for
more pain
in
the steam
we
must
blame
someone
for
emptying
our
memories
as
we are left pocketing
nothing
more than paper
when
we rise
as
an afterthought
in
a sip of tea
perhaps
I
think
sometimes
while
not wanting
to cry
I remember
I am still human
while
other times
I forget
I am just
trying
to be me
EJR
©
You can be no one but yourself, sweet Edward, and I thank the gods for that x
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