I am in a place that
requires a solo scavenger hunt
I need to work deep
down below the surface
Of the darkest of
waters
And find myself,
excavate my soul
From the ruins of the
last ship-sink
My revenge is to find
solitude
Somewhere I can lick
the salt from my wounds
And the water in my
eyes won't turn to dust
The walls a thin sheet
of ice
A membrane of memories
Survives the sub tropic
sound waves
Wash ashore, head for
home
Before the storm breaks
I am a professional
Capsize in the rain
While thunder barrels
down the shore
This is how you earn
your stripes
Gold, leaden-blue
gathers strength
Against resistance
Tipping over pipe bombs
Somewhere in the
distance
My hand like a machine
gun
Words licking my brain
like a tongue
Hot wet kiss then let’s
go
Long enough for it to
linger
In the silent halls
like lingo
Count the spare inches
On one finger
Itchy on the trigger
Pull you near
Chase you for sport
You’ll run for fear
Undercover like the cops
I dread the impending
prosecution,
But I've hurt everyone
That’s ever tried to
get close
Towed the line, took a
chance
My thumb is out
Waiting to catch that
speeding train
You’re still waiting to
dance
The lack of tolerance
makes you numb
To the things about me
that
You wouldn't understand
Things you couldn't
understand
Things you shouldn't
understand...
Been tearing down walls
And building a moat
For eight and a half
centuries,
What makes you think
I'm gonna stop now?
What makes the heat
inside warm
When the cold dark rain
Catches you off guard
The swelling vacant
mist
Offered in gun powder
Saturate the screen
Teach me to run
While my lips bleed
Talking to me like I'm
an infant of god
A child of storm
The war is won,
But the battle has just
begun.
-Kelly
Greenwood
