A Future

What cruel hurt,  
A childs merry-go-round  
Locked in a  
Stony-eyed stare ---  

Spinning, latching the eyes  
To brownish wood-knots.  
 
Bare-feet basking in sun  
A wind gaze splintering  
Into a gust of impermanence ---  
 
Trolley your gutter-spin  
Vomited by bluebirds  
Into the mouths of candle-wicks.  
 
Leaves hide the treachery of  
Branches in trees  
Flown to countenance ---  
A nest of bees.  
 
Sting the hands with  
Hot molten bars of  
Vibrancy to callous-marks,  
Better than the heart.  
 
The future ---  
Slips from grasp in this  
Centrifugal-trip  
Too dizzy to stand,  
Too numb to step.  
 
I see it - Delirium  
Socket-locked in glaring  
Ruminant truths.