LEDGE

The salts of my egg year

Like cascades flowing through

The Owen falls dam

The loud silence of painful laughter

Aching for bloody breath



The torn chapter of our lives,

Bred into ash grey giggles

Over misty green hills,

With chuckles from monkeys,

Whose Ape Mind

Was baked under the savannah heat

That smiles were indeed knives

Only to be reckoned by ghost eyes

A commodity to be traded

For ignorance



Sigh, the heart sigh

Peddled for journeys

For a drop of crystallized water

The bargain of empty pockets

Flattering, dry stomachs



I share faces with a nun

Who is only virgin in appearance?

The latter holds no matter

For how would we know,

If catholic priests make good baby sitters?

It is the colorful universe

Whispering back at us



I am accustomed

To the plague that eats at sense common

The unending visits to institutions

Of decayledge

Deem I too sane

To see with my own eyes

I am given a pair of new eyes

I am told I should dress this way

Not that way



I should talk, act and live

Within the ethos of mutual acceptance

Perhaps I am just an ape

Dressed in fancy mindset

My pen retires

Knowing sometimes it is the face you hide

Not the face people might see.