It's time to go, do something else
forsaking misplaced loves
but they burn yet too near, fiercely melting will
and I stream to the mire to douse the dancing flames
curing bloated corpses in stolid fear of change

Everything rots in my arms
Everyone poisons my house
Each day I slip farther, not seeing
retreat just flatters the widening fen
that feeds on all I make and kill, and calls ever again
calmly decomposing those I dare to dream
into a soft dark mucky bed, where I lie unseen
ensconced beyond all cares and worries

I'll stay just a little while
I promise
Why hurry?
I'll get up and go
when I'm gone





© G.Cassel 2004