You are such a frivolous and tedious task
Wiping before the defecation
Foolish to believe
That I could evoke blood from this stone
You are the wearer of many masks
A master of tricks and deception
Under your sleeve
Is the fraudulent flesh upon the bone
I am the rat and you the piper
A dog chasing his own tail
In the snow-blind
Giving the cold shoulder
Douse in fuel and throw the lighter
Take the board and nail
Leave this all behind
Watch the pretty house smolder
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
