Discarded Straitjackets

the steps that lead you towards convention
bargained with the concrete underneath it
waiting for cues to split the canvases of hell
like a tolerant child losing an imaginary friend
and forgetting to breathe

because they were being kicked in the stomach
by translucent negligence

a tree crouched a few yards away
pretending to be uninterested
as it vomited up amber leaves
onto the rain soaked ground
gasping for a dose of subtler colours

it prayed to deteriorate for a kinder season

paranoia was asking you to dance
but you refused to get off the ground