Much Better Places
Much better places
It hides from the moon light
beneath the brush and thistle
of a desolate landscape of patchwork failures,
appearing one more time seething,
slicing open old wounds once healed,
blood thirsty appetites favored
Slick but imaginatively unkempt,
disguised as someone you want to know,
lurking in the reaching shadows,
leaving muddied tracks, padded prints
circling, seeking the weak, the fearful,
licking deceitful lips
Sensing the silence was just a warning
along a snake infested footpath
cut from branches of disturbed growth,
channeling stares on outcast visions
I now hear the howls, the cadence
shrieking through the peaceful night
Knowing they will never leave,
these figures in the dark looking for a spotlight,
searching for fame amidst the famine
from an unsuspecting congregation
willing to tithe for just a glance,
even if it is from evil eyes
I pass through hesitantly,
finding the humor in the faux demise,
risen from sarcastic ink blots,
laced with retractions and penciled in ploys,
erased, rewritten, erased, rewritten,
carved in unforgiving bark
Now ignored or so it seems,
not sure if that is a good thing
or someone’s idea of a joke,
counting numbers with nothing to say
unless posted accomplishments
require a blue ribbon trophy
And I can’t help but laugh
at the sad state I find, or at myself
for expecting a change in scenery,
when I see the sunrise in the distance,
a cheerful glowing reminder that
there are much better places to be
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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