Submissions by DGlavian

I paid attention at the grave today,
and like the tree that has fallen over,
I leaned my ear in to your hearsay.
The yellow of the flowers paid no heed.
The tree peaked over my shoulder to see.
I paid attention at your grave today.

You didn't try to comfort me,
but you seemed to simply stare,
as sunflowers follow the sun's glare,
in greater knowledge than I could bear.

And farewell is what my lips moved like,
like two worms traveling up and down-

and heaven is what that tree looked like,
with grapefruit flowers all around.

Ladder, plain and tall,
helper to the helper.
Organic and mechanic
working together.
Work is play,
together and today.
The feeling of the wind is soft and mild.

Where do your sins gestate?
Tedious pride and friction ride
On high strung tight wrung lies.
Anger breeds in the brothels of
Of a closed up heart, inside
Is where your sins gestate.
Behind closed doors,
Across false miles.
Where happiness is a
Bloody mask for hatred's
Discordant guile.