Still Bleeding
Sadness bleeds the weeping heart
beyond the clouded penitentiary
where tombstones sit in lighted valleys
and songbirds fall from the skies
Wallowing on gallow’d heels
past lavender of the once scented
Scraping the white picket fence
till flakes of life rest scattered on the sun baked walk
Cracks in the concrete beckon,
whistling in the wind swept frowns
on a truthful Tuesday
that holds no meaning
At this gathering, the masses run
and banners wave a hasty lingering farewell
Popcorn vendors remove their striped clothing
of peppermint colors and butter stained collars
Trees leave and leaves wither
beneath this canopy of sorrow
painted in a language
that does not include love
A lone black cat zigzags its way,
searching for a soul it may affect,
as wingless sparrows squirm in rhythm
to “Born under a bad sign”
Dreams now sent afloat on aimless streams
of melting memories are softened by the heat
yet intensified by the arcade mirror
that skews the view formed before the mind
Carnivals, use this day to guess your weight
for your age does not matter, you are dead anyway
In your right hand one, in your left the other
two pieces…still bleeding…weeping
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