Scorpions coloring book
I have weathered that storm.
I’ll get all those notes back.
fill my shop with them
I don’t plan to stay here.
I can’t hold all these scorpion tails anymore.
I can’t even see my eyes.
I spread my hands in front of me
i can’t feel my fingers
I can not dance
I can’t remember the melody.
Was there one?
I draw my own tail.
I bite into it and it feels like nothing.
I’m a gothic sacrifice.
a gothic poem
set on an obscure artist’s canvas.
I turned around to see the rivers
the ones that turned to ice?
I get that I saw people through the glass.
i put that dog back
being careless
walking on the tombs of the saints
who wish they could have been sailors
knowing great adventures and discoveries.
The dog knew it.
Did I mention I’m leaving?
I don’t have a coat or money
I only have my thoughts.
I’ll write to you when I find what I’m painting.
I thought it would be smooth
this love
this tide pool of tiny creatures
pretending to be my friends
They don’t even know me.
Stupid I know.
Who would trust a dream?
the biggest sacrifice
That was when I stopped looking at my own drawings.
without guilt though
Why would you feel it?
It is my lack of bleeding that is more to blame.
I got in line for free goals
got hysterical while waiting
I thought I would never stop laughing.
I did a free obituary search
I wasn’t on the list!
What fun
Doesn’t that sound like so much fun?
Back to my scorpion drawings
my astrology friend
return to scorpio
and the queue, the stories
and semblance of truth.
I’m just having a hard day
he is the artist in me.
No, I’m not leaving.
