disturbances
in the city of being that is my person
there are disturbances
riots here and there in its core
and when this fear descends its violent threat
refracting off the fragile windows
interfere the black shadows of its doorways
presenting ghouls where maybe just a jamb should be
then i feel like jumping from a high roof
mindless to the arch of air that cushions
for the briefest moment
freedom before extinction
as appreciate the brave
i am not one of those
just cowered in a corner
here frailty and i hold hands
and talk each other up and down
in garbled slabs or hugged by manic shaking
how can this disharmony be
i have loved you and for the most part
made good your maintenance
fed you sensitively
yet despite each good measure
i sense your complaining like
throttling ivy grows
you will be despised and sad
at my going for a body without thought
is no more than a curse that bellows in the wild
or dead vines that leave their journey trailing through the arid earth
or souls that desolation mulches on the heap