Over-
-head
They say I was born slightly
with a big trojan beard, but
I was not bearded,
I was not big. (I did not bear gifts)
The clouds could say in flakes
we overheard,
that time moved slowly in chairs,
while the years
tugged the skin from my head.
You see, I see
the ground has made a habit
of swallowing me sneakers whole,
especially the ones flashing
when I trip
and break my neck
three decades too quick.
So they tugged me born slightly,
tore the flesh from the bone
and the air settled
raw so maggots could crawl
while skies ripped, and my mother
howled before the earth she kissed.
We borne of sclerosis when I laid
eyes on Day; this was how I lived,
I will die like I live.
Soothe will Simmer
-taken down for fail-
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