The leaves of green death have dispersed
Into the transparent wind.
Will you not rekindle my spirit?
My love which has been anesthetized
By the steel words of rapacity
It is no wonder the children cry and the dead ferns
No longer speak
Shadows bleed like prominence over a flame-like tongue
Under translucent sky's.
The sea has swallowed the moon whole
With a schizophrenic smile in its back pocket
Oceanic waves bow like Japanese
Soldiers in an ancient temple
We are knee-deep in contempt
The malefactor walks in illegal sunlight
Self-contemplation from a dolls black eye is lost
Inside a broken mirror without a reflection
These tears made from salt and blood
Have turned into frozen candlesticks
The light is dead
Cold hearts lollygag in the shadow of a doubt
There is nothing left to consume
Except for your wired jaw.
It may break and shatter into a million glass particles
Under the stress
Do not be afraid we will hide the remains
Under the back porch.
Come closer
You may look at the darling one now
But only for a moment
Quick, quick turn away
Love is a pathological liar
Caught in a tumultuous storm
Emotionless as calculations on a blackboard
Shall I never find the truth?
Like a leftover finger that has been
Disbanded from reality
Not a hand
Not a hand
Not a hand
I will never get
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- Ken Riccio original poems ©
