cave monster teeth; paracetamol smile
you said when you left i should wait for a while
beneath rolling thunder and skies made from gold
til' all tulips wither and summer grows cold
so i'll gather my things and leave you in the snow
when i get home i'll hang all of the shirts
that fell from your knapsack and into the dirt
bake rosemary pies for all tenths of the hour
leave them on the porch for blackbirds to devour
and i'll build you a cairn from the pottery shards
beyond all the runes, all the totems and stone
beyond every skeleton, carcass and bone
in bellies of beasts ever shuddered and bled
at the end of all nowheres where every road led
though the will-o'-wisps march on the edge of the dark
when ailing winds harken the vile winter's end
and marigolds blossom when spring come again
i'll take down the letters and polaroid vignettes
perhaps it's simply kinder to forget.
a/n: WHAT IS THIS EVEN
