Raised and Schizoid
in the cavernous rage
on Detroit smiles
windswept streets
crave your name
engrave your image
into the souls of man
looking like a stanza
laid down the placid
slowly walk away
they were not meant for you
six minutes till show time
hands set like a mind
tormented life and contusions
hooked on dancing waves
astral child’s belonging grace
fanned down like shots
into the absolute
all alone in glass
holes through the wall
October in my head
certain land and falling lights
scattered across the plains
the buffalo hold no grudge
trees turn to mountains
together the severe bloom
exhausted dinosaur
listen to his roar
as he sits under the banyan tree
searching for enlightenment
in other people’s pockets
© Deep Piercing Cut
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