Bottle Glass

Simply perfect

but never so

strayed from paths

of broken glass and bloody knives

to easy roads of coals

and lapping flame

to be without

that simple comfort of your smile

drags hot ash

and broken dreams

down throats of steel

and chaff blown by the wind

in lipid greens and tawdry blues

from the maw of some fabulous beast

mixes with clouds of sooty vapor

that stinks of smoke and pale moors in the rain

you bathe in clear mercury

under a synthetic sky

trilling your birdsong endlessly as you burn

the fire so cold it melts your bones

its kisses leaving you a quivery mass

hollowed out-an empty shell

this hell is your nirvana

this world we could share

if only the glassy roads would cut less at the soles

of my gravel-toughened feet

if only the fire would not burn so

if only

if only

if only you would break the circle

we would be free

and our fire's kisses would consume

what humanity is left

and we would join the ravening horde of pale, bloody

fiends woven of those bottle-glass dreams

and shattered desires that overflow

and torrent in a stream

we are forsaken

(c) 2012  Marlo Fleek