The Landscape of Sickened Security
My gritty nails seize the barbed fence
Almost snapped apart like fish line
tempting to catch your siege and
cast it into the corroded cesspool.
The tipsy tremulous twine
unable to grasp the weight,
of plastic cards and Mercedes keys,
powdered glass and pip thieves,
bubble baggies and crack teeth.
My future cannot mend the cartilage
hardened like clay molded into a porcelain doll
with past parties gnawing on my bones.
My mucky limb extends, quivering
stretching to reach and conquer
summit’s intoxicating effect.
Ready to climb sunken valleys
and crawl over fallen trees
that clasp on and drag.
I should carve roots into soil
before the first frozen wind
twirls the last brown leaf.
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