WALLS

From hidden walls that suck the sun

To ancient hums reborn on my tongue.

Your arguments just slip along.

I know slipping can be play.

I wonder what you could love now;

The moral fool will take a bow,

The curtsy mixed with serpent sounds.

You'll love what all you say.

Here in the peace of silent leaves

I scribe my voice that calls to me,

Because in distances I breathe,

In building blocks believe.

I search in here for what I know:

I will become again my own,

I have confused what's loved in stone,

Flowers do not free.

I know I do not apologize,

Like leaves instead I Fall-bye,

And I choose this salty ally

That washes over me.

This poem will not turn away

To fairytales, conjoined free-ways,

Though gut pulls pangs to your bouquet,

I will not turn from here.

If you budge from tunnel visions,

From pineapple palaces, daydream horizons,

Or purple neck wings marking demons,

You die another way.

In this sand I sunken stay

To build what lasts another day

And rise therefore constructed ways:

The variance of grays.

One more block to seal the hole

Though gaping goal will end untold

But all must fit inside these walls

Just one more block, I'll be…