Yours Truly

I know not the paint of your face nor the slang of your name I know not the acoustic of your voice nor the creed before your knees I know not the double of helixes taut beneath your skin Nor do I know the furnace that keeps you earthen But... I know the hoofs in the sound of your heart I know the miles in your stride I know the walk you walk, the step you step. I know the despairing blue of the waters you sail The sea is songful and your sails spatter malevolence Trauma picks her strings in the orchestral chime of your haggard vessel Your efforts are a ripple that dies before lying head at shore Canaries, squirrels and all; sip from the succulence of your effort Your fruit rots, and falls devoid of ripe. Your will is wilting; your gravity is shredding, and worms of serene are dragging their bellies out of your field. Your heart is a soulless harbour of tears; bereft of laughter Where ships of despair lay anchor upon the lifeless hazel sands And those of hope toddle away The trolls living in caves of your cochlea whisper to you And make believe the world can go on without you Your heart is a tuber that pockets sugar, blood and vitriol And fear glooms throughout its girth Shuttlecocks fly, stars burn, flowers bloom, honeybees dance, birds sing, but humans---smile Yet your lips are a two ply elastic, numb to stretch, plyed to wretch. The waters of choice breathe and fins of hopelessness cast shadow upon the mollies of happiness Choose life, choose happiness, choose to be human---live---smile Your heart is muscle but a muzzle Unstoppable, a thousand swords not Iron your fist; leather your palm and let fingers kiss caress unto the trigger Load your glock---cock; choose to be human---live Should the wells of ammunition run barren---RELOAD! Fit to screen the thumbnail and see the bigger picture Sieve out the coarse of your options and remain with a universe more Choose happiness, choose life, choose to be human---smile Walk away from the frozen harbour of tears---live on And catch up with the fleet of hope