I run in my yard,kicking the tires wing hard
Slapping off the tree rubbery
Bursting with rain from its wells
I watch the mosquito on me
white feet back bloody red
I watch as it tries to drink
It greets my shoulder
And I harbor a bearable guilt for it
This pathetic thing on my flesh
My mooshy moundy body
I squeeze the fat on my shoulder cuff and smile
It will be gone more than soon enough
In a few years maybe
Sooner?
I pity this alcoholic parasite
I wish to fill its goblet with the blood of a noble hearted boy
The essence of a bold hero
This swordsman trapped in my soul
An armory guilded
In booby trapped
facaded flesh
The mosquito is empty
challace is empty
The mosquito flees
The chalice breaks
I can not wait myself
For the pounding moldable power
My body will flow outward
Into dying flowers
I'll feel the itching on my skin
I'll scratch my lard
The grass will irritate my ribs
The earth will breathe life into my new hearts layer of tissue
I'll feel it on my bare back
Near the left and right sides of my chest
Creeping below my collarbone
Only the sun has come this close
Only the sun
To warming my pinty joy
Filling my glass of happiness
The sun hasn't come this close before
I can't wait for the sun
Such as the words of icarus
These are
In my own wax pooled ways
The path I have
Carved into my masculinity
It shoulders blades
Into my bloody red back
And I will fall blissfully satisfied
With the fleeting infuriation of life
Boiling past
Behind me into the abyss of clouds
Lucifer has half of my soul
I am safe from nerves
Their temptations will not Pierce nor bleed me dry