Reprieve

its an autumn morning
the dew on the grass


its a gloomy sunday
and i look unto you

the thin dusty light of a city morning
she split the skyline with her wandering eyes


the closer clouds cover
the ascending sun


let sadness not
be attached to your name


the sound of rustling leaves leave me, standing
wondering why you're quiet
feigned intentions fall through the cracks of the pavement
the dark moaned against the guessing sky


"a few scattered leftover memories
rolling around in back of my skull...


like dead bees at the bottom
of a rusty tin cup"


where you lay rotting
i am but a few steps away


where would you like me
to hang my coat?


on the cusp of compromise, i follow your eyes
its the kind of cold that swallows your bones

"the stars of his sentience blink out one by one
leaving the fallow of lifeless sky barren"

the slowness of clocks whispering incessantly
a formal gesture of warning

we wait for judge jury and executioner
so this is what ordinary life feels like

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