Biting the sides of gums until they bleed,
My knees are tapping like a Royal rodent’s limp.
Stiff backed rage tries to leave
Tether them together
And simply simply stare red-eyed
Into the tunnel of fate
To seethe production, redemption from regular habit;
Parallel disassociation that blends
Like a thick painful smoke
That kin breathe together.
My legs would take me away for the horizon,
In green where winds blow smooth and wild,
Carrying blessings through blossomed doors from open hearts.
The world would seem a little less Grey that day…
A stream of water to be,
No more volcanoes.