Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Some of Us
Some of us have lost our minds
they lay abandoned on sidewalks
and freeze until they implode or crack.
like toys left out in the rain
faces bleached, clothes covered
in goblin excrement
their souls stolen by the cowering storms.
Some of us never find them again
They lay there, blue
running from their eyes
a grief-stricken blue rivulet
streaming down their rosy cheeks.
Some of us don’t want new minds
so we lie under the garbage piles
and see another kind of dream
of nylon hair and plastic limbs
a trapped sigh,
a silent tongue.