the day’s
a sheep
and seconds –
wolves
time’s thirsty
and explosive
a straw’s too thin
to save some souls
a cross
is used for crossing
what’s on my left
is on your right
since nothing’s changed
for ages
we tend to choose
the other side
and burn
outdated pages
when old your friends
are not the best
and gossips end
with “maybe”
I’m “all is left”
a missing breath
the rest
is used for stabbing
I’m all the dreams
as birds in coop
fed well
and lost their freedom
I’m headless
company of troops
with no one else
to lead them
for every aim
I have a dart
my voice
is up to listen
yet at the bottom
of your heart
I’m more a “coo”
than “hissing”
July 20, 2018