03/05/2013

Trench Coat

the sky settles on my head
like a bird on surveillance
my bones are heavy
I’ve held up your thoughts
for longer than required
soon my skull will implode
you are dressed in waterproof blue
hand in hand with your makers
tell me, are their palms scarred?
It hasn’t rained in months
the plants have withered, so have I
punch holes through the ground
and embed yourself into the soil
with your trench coat pulled over your eyes
you are invisible to everyone but I.