Find My Way Home

Find my way home?
Linger upon the footsteps that break my back,
hold me down and cut my hair.
Pieces of me shatter and scatter
To lock me up in the mud of
Their senseless stare.
Pick me up and take me home
Away from the mad hatters and
assylums too calm for me -
like the lake on a windless day,
Lying baked in a hot winter bath.
Strewn recklessly about
In noodles of remorse
For my own actions and
Playbacks that rewinds and replays.
A tape of my life and record
of my speech,
I can't bear to listen to
The bees and hollow wells
That dig deeper into
pits...
Pits of desire
Pits of despair
Come forth and gather
Along that one armed chair


©2005 EM

The Terrain

Coarse is the Terrain by which they step on
And knowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
a grave murderer to those who come near
And steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of the spleen
Do I feel so isoleated by that cold
And cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
That comes to none of her expectations
And desires of something else,
Not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'Cause I'm already sleeping in reverie.


©2005 EM