Thwacked with lobotomies
automating the hollow oddities
that follow…

I’ve seen them pluck spring chickens
to feed the fall
while summer gets no thought at all

Heard the stuffed screams
careening dripping alleys
in the fearful night

Felt that icy touch
clutch bony fingers around my heart
draining light eyeward

Smelt the ash cram burning hair
and teeth up my nostrils

Tasted the bitter defeat
that stops us, dead-tracked
to take on a wasted life
After so much goodness

I’ve tiptoad that edge
clutched by the throat and dangling
Swelling for purple release

Known that sense of endzone
The broken shudder of disrepair

But those are only men
Here and then
And never the truths that they live for