To the Wall

Wish I didn't do this
that's why my
attitude is
foolish

I've no zen and
I'm far from Buddhist

Pen me in the bluest,
condemn,
help keep
me suspended
in doomed bliss

Or
lend me your altruist
who's truest
and
fend for me as the newest
blend of
the best defended and shyest nudist

I vent with no style to it
just wild, ghoulish,
mine a pile of tulips
near crooked fence

I'm no fire
nor coolant

Tepid water

Seed of Sheppard potted
near flocks slaughtered

A teeter totter
never to creek or wobble
or be played upon,
mines to rust awful

Chunks rotten,
my upper chest
a busted bust of model

Model of pain
model of what not to do
I remain
reminder often
of thoughts insane, coughs
and things, my voice rings and drips
regrets' drops into coffins

Caught, can't come off it
never to stop it,
a villain flawless,
living lawless

Life both confined and walless
teaching what appalled is
teaching all that hurt can hold,
all in