Domestication Makes No Sense

These memories of you and I

Seems hazy on the page

Where, white as snow, the words should go

Are blurry from the age

Where after time and time again

In knowing what I'd seen

Pulled from the ground, collections bound

Placed back in the machine

If it were true how could I know

For yesterday's reprint

Just copies made of better days

For even when I squint

What still lies on the cutting floor

Snippets being removed

And rewrites drawn, with blood upon

Proves nothing's left to prove

What truth's been blackened under streaks

The censors find a way

With endless time to cleanse the mind

To stain and strip away

'Till every lie I spoke turned true

'Till every word turned pure

Could it be love I'm thinking of

Of this I can't be sure

For degradation on the page

Is focusing me clear

'Till all that was, lost in the fuzz

Should all but disappear

These clouds of gray that hide the truth

Are what I'm wond'ring of

Seem copies of, a copy of

Sweet Grimm

If one stray sees another true

Then this is what I know of you

We are the same, just claw and fang

Still looking back from where we came

The smokey alley, this we know

But once escaped, where then to go

How many times we've dodging cars

How much the count when adding scars

How many lives should still remain

How much we lost into the drain

So speak to me with croaky meow

We're gonna make it through somehow

I promise this if little more

Each day in meeting by the door

A pat and pet and tug of ear

Let me make this point crystal clear

It isn't I that's saving you

It's you and I, still fighting through

'Till all we know is sunny naps

Just headbutts and the booty smacks

For we'll find comfort, this I'm sure

In leu of time or piece of mind

She offer only feel

So broken limb and open skin

Is all I hold that’s real

She knew it well, this slice of hell

Offered as she spit

It felt so kind, that failing mind

Should find the bottomless pit

This dark decent, I never meant

To disappear for good

But disappear for bad, I went

Although I never should

Have tried to keep her as I slept

For I could not admit

What I can't see and all that's free

Goes in the bottomless pit

Now if she begs, reveal her legs

I needn't take a peek

For dead men breath but have no need

To listen nor to speak

For echoes break and my mistakes

Get tangled in the shit

She's gone for good, alas, I should

It's breath and blood they all but cry

For living makes us special things

But breathlessness does by and by

Allow me hear the angels sing

One knows my name, a burden owned

She knows the feel of empty hands

And where I wander to alone

The footsteps taken that we planned

For every one, some special care

In fear the placement might be wrong

While knowing life is all but fair

I know too dead, does not mean gone

Tonight I breath to memories

Of golden summers, you and I

The closest thing I'll get to free

'Till I'm allowed, at last, to die

But until then I see it through

This life: but waves upon the shoals

And hold on to the ghost of you

I've never said I seek your hell

I've enough hurt to muddle through

Like search the heaven that befell

Just low enough to peer into

And see her still, clear as can be

A brutal taste of something good

For she was heaven just to me

And there I stared, long as I could

For life like this that falls from sky

Might kill the death that's running free

Allowing death itself to die

In doing so, surrender me

And if that death were all I knew

Of heaven crashing down to earth

I might have found a way on through

Us getting what we don't deserve

For knowing still, I can't describe

What burying her body means

For why am I still here, alive

You're drunk again, is what it seems

To choose who does and doesn’t live

Ignoring prayer or spoken plea

But what I can't and won't forgive

Make sure this body's broken down

With crooked bones and mind decayed

When putting me inside the ground

Ensure my use not be betrayed

Let body's skin be eaten through

By bug and worm's own selfish greed

For flesh made soil turned into

The fuel for feeding to the weeds

With bits of me living within

The dandelion's flower spill

Allowing me to ride the wind

A living me knows not this thrill

And when I fall again to earth

And taken in by her embrace

Just to be born again from dirt

As ruby fruit, so sweet a taste

That pack of wolves should gnaw upon

My fragile flesh, I dive within

And as they hunt I come along

Again! Again! Don’t stop the spin

Of dying and being taken in

To reemerge as something new

These memories of bones and skin

Cannot be real, cannot be true

For so much pain lives in the flesh

And none at all inside the dirt

That I would give all I have left

Some say this madness, pure and clean

Must fight it's way free from the dream

That's planted firmly in the minds

Of children all too deaf and blind

To know no better, eat what's fed

Then take this dinner into bed

To rest well with, and manifest

Create it all while they digest

Then sleep upon for decades more

'Till wake, nor sleep could offer cure

Of the gathering and hoarding

Organizing and the sorting

For what you own owns you ain't true

It's killing on, it's dreaming proof

It's stuffication, still can't breath

Beneath the things you think you need

So fight on free from hopeless dream

'Till madness, bliss, is all that seems

A sweet surrender, nothing gained

She knew her direction

And couldn't look back

For fears she'd find herself

Falling off track

She loved when her schedule

Allowed it to be

And held for no longer

Than counting to three

One, she would smile

Two, she would squirm

Three, in releasing

All I'd come to learn

She's prepping and planning

And taking down notes

Organizing her whatsits

And feeding her copes

I could give or proclaim her

Or love to no end

But she would remain her

Too strong still to bend

So I'll stand aside as

She's fighting to make

All this work work for her

All this to create

Something I'd surrender

Just to float on or sway

And somehow find myself

And since it seems no one will ask

I speak it to myself

Forever needs to take its time

I place it on my shelf

For dust to land and cover all

For time to chip away

What she said when we were young

I'm waiting on the day

It isn't love or lack thereof

That's twisting still the knife

But self described, I'm still alive

And everything's alright

I needn't death to whisper me

Nor scream with manic rage

Just candle light on me tonight

I'll give it to the page

A dozen years collecting scars

And watching as they heal

A lifetime building something fake

I'd give for something real

So leave me still on dusty shelf

Until time cease to be

And once forever ticks away

So this right here will take me out

Each written word worth crying 'bout

Each second stilled in frozen time

Each cold enough to frost bite mind

And each page nothing new at all

And each thought practiced, learned to fall

And leave me me for one more eve'

To sit alone and never leave

So this right here will take me out

I forgot what I would dream about

When all seemed close enough to touch

When blah blah blah and such and such

Another line should go right here

About the whiskey or the beer

Then something painful, something sad

Like looking back was all I had

But this right here can't take me out

Each line 'bout how I'm crying 'bout

The last line written, and one before

Have all been written down before

And filled with lies to feel like proof

Rewritten down until it's truth

So this right here can't kill I know

When whiskey dare to question me

With heartstrings left to pull

She ask me then what might be true

Half empty or half full

And as I swallow, smiling now

The purpose disappear

Her question meaning nothing when

Enough the silence from the pit

Where nothingness comes from the lips

For tyranny is breaking glass

When, left or right, no one will ask

Is the time nigh to stand and swing

For if it true, you love something

One can't sit still with hands unbound

That's why I have to make a sound

Enough the lies thrown like a blade

Repeat until persuasions made

And weaken minds though muscles strong

Repeat the chorus, sing along

'Till ignorance seems even match

Intelligence won't leave a scratch

A failure true, when logic drowns

Is why I have to make a sound

Enough the empty streets tonight

As doors are beaten down by ICE

We close the blinds to people's tears

So long as pain don't reach our ears

We sleep too well knowing it's fine

So long as we keep out the mind

The human suffering - children bound

That's why I have to make a sound

Enough the weakness of my voice

With safe and sound still but a choice

While handing back what I reject

The destinies they'd manifest

For men who know not taste of blood

For I've forgotten who I was

The me who'd hide as they surround

Is why I have to make a sound

Enough to make our screams resound

That is when our voice be found

When angry rebels, gaining ground

That is when our voice be found

When pick us up when we fall down

That is when our voice be found

When brave enough to rip off crown

That is when our voice be found

That is when our voice be found

I have to make a sound

For silence has me counting breaths

For shot, or cut, or drowned

I feel her near, my dear sweat death

But do it still the same

And scream for something not within

To find out what remain

By digging deeper than the skin

I have to make a sound

When leaders only profiteer

Their greedy goons surround

When one must act without some fear

And fight on just the same

For acting not when what's at stake

Forgetting who's to blame

Won't be on me, nor my mistake

I have to make a sound

She still holds sway over the thoughts

I placed her in the ground

For years her mem'ry will not rot

But whisper on the same

I haven't means for sober tears

Nor convalesce the brain