Lovesong For The Sick And Disturbed

hearts dangled over
the abyss
 
perishing flames
of disconnection
 
ripened
in a primate's reticent eyes
 
hungry ticks  
of the clock
 
stalking shadow
 
length of day
creeping across the blooming flowers
which lean so desperately toward the striking sun
 
yet  
for all the scintillation
reality is bound up  
in ravenous restraints  
 
binding all those
that traipse upon this planet
of rock and water
 
I  
the outcast
 
am  
unshackled
 
untethered  
from the masses
 
reaching out into  
the snowy twilight
 
sculpting glistening monuments
to the beauty of the moment
 
to the voracious glory  
of letting go  
 
sunset-tinged rafts  
head downriver
 
gorgeous  
in their rambunctiousness
 
yet fear is king  
here
 
no matter how beautiful
the garden vista
 
so to hell
with convention
and hesitation
 
love me like a teenager
drunk with naive belief
 
for there is truth there
that scales all the emotional fortresses  
we build up in adulthood
 
destroying all the complexities
of our scarred scared places
 
destiny
sears our tearful eyes
with loneliness
 
but know
that we are the ones
who are righteous
 
for a truly open heart
always gives everything
 
spring's final bloom
in a field of decaying wildflowers
 
a supernova remnant
barreling wildly into the cosmic unknown
 
a redolent bouquet  
of stellar humanity light years wide
 
a vivid culmination of lusciousness  
flailing through space-time
like a drowning question mark
 
why is the road  
so very long
 
and why  
must I always
traverse it  
 
alone