Post by Sheila Widdershins on Mar 16, 2007 7:53:35 GMT -1
Snake mural
“Piece me together,”
said the snake on the wall
“I promise to be good,
“I would never harm you all…”
the mystical ballads came swimming
through my eyes
the little lights of madness seemed to
chase it around tonight
the city’s obscure hushing sounds
make it seem too obsolete for reality…
“Piece me together,”
said the snake on the mural
“I promise not to bite
“I promise I’ll be on the right way out
“place my titles in order
“and I won’t jump at your throat,”
the mural danced in color
as the sunshine touched its throat…
the voices suddenly seemed to die away
I’m alone again, though it’s here to stay
this image that called to me
little crevice,
little vine…
creep across my mind,
as my vice…
‘Piece me together’
had been the snake’s plea
and I did not answer it
because I knew
yes, it would lash out at me…
March 16, 2007
“Piece me together,”
said the snake on the wall
“I promise to be good,
“I would never harm you all…”
the mystical ballads came swimming
through my eyes
the little lights of madness seemed to
chase it around tonight
the city’s obscure hushing sounds
make it seem too obsolete for reality…
“Piece me together,”
said the snake on the mural
“I promise not to bite
“I promise I’ll be on the right way out
“place my titles in order
“and I won’t jump at your throat,”
the mural danced in color
as the sunshine touched its throat…
the voices suddenly seemed to die away
I’m alone again, though it’s here to stay
this image that called to me
little crevice,
little vine…
creep across my mind,
as my vice…
‘Piece me together’
had been the snake’s plea
and I did not answer it
because I knew
yes, it would lash out at me…
March 16, 2007
