not okay with the past.

a crow with a crooked back

clipped wings and broken beak

found his way to me yesteryear

to the date, the hour, the minutes of this uneventual meeting which

the bizarre cannot detach

a similar experience may scar and take will to heal

should we feel want for, I pray we do: 

I would do it again.

a dirty doomed scrawny living thing

what, who and why has Death so narrowly shoved you my way friend?

instead you throw no weight, get carried by the jail of the Wind ever binding

at mercy, unrepending; unto me, my arms, my open door

both starving for answers

stuffed and weary of pilling on further questions.

 

chosen to be seen

apparition you Are deformed 

afraid of what's to come

they pass the time playing cards

and I throw a tantrum and bicker

for I have not been invited to join table

pour myself a drink, rest a while, listening out for my name just in case.

Improved upon + can my god take us back * freely given in vain

 a man, monk in gowns                                                              

fashionably late should society dictate                                     

overlaps our heroine personal space          

serene, simulatenously at ease and not

at all imposing

his eyes were not shut nor shone

for he had open tears for sockets 

and a shallow breath you see

an added terror to our girls surprise

Emotions are not building blocks

Just as well they feel incompatible

found wanting by a current

into the typhoon we go

absolved of all unrequested alibis

a nose drop, an eye twitch

a most necessary facial reset

is happiness a buried default state of mind?

of the sane weightless capacity per tranquility

a removed cousin perhaps of those already dead

may they come back to haunt me.

face to face, space shrinking

tiny quarters and yet we quarrel silently

they stand like statues as the urban zombies slide by

an attack, an intrusion

undeniable, unforgiveable, scowl and hiss

spill poison and be done with it all 

choking tears because we do not identify where to go

"you can give sight to the blind

but you cannot force them to see."

mistery akin to hope is a deadly drug

not to be trusted, do not pursue don't you see?

how travel lust can not be sated

how could we stand to be grounded once we learnt how to fly

digging deeper at the root of the possibilities