scent sense

I saw her flew

I saw her through

The window, kids drew

Concise circles flung, into mind

A bell rung

And reverberated, such dissonance

While kids run

To the tree in the distance

A far flung

Memory, casting

The words casting

Carving into wood

A remembrance

Of a past time



I feel with time

This age, this component

This image of me

This moment

This cage

Growing as I

Step into this other age

They call growing

This youth this rage

This lust

I can’t trust

I can’t behave

This moment telling lies

I won’t believe

I can’t conceive this thought in time

But will in later days

 
This spine

This shingle

This clamp that grasps

Which makes a smile depart away from

A passionate heart

To hold

As dewdrop memories fade

It’s damp

It’s nice to see you then

Your smile, your face

Your laughter heard swiftly in the rafters in those days

Your heart was broke but all will mend it

The bullet decimating skin

Cutting all the strings

The veins

The body

This brain

The pain

It stings

The bell it rings

you wake

you swallow the pills you take

you draw the blinds to let the light in

you look on past times as if to say

that’s back then

from here

begin