Welcome Back Me. (original) (raw)

[	mood	|	hungry	]

A poem, second draft, submitted for the critique of the group.

Please cut paste and chop at your own discretion. Poetry is written to be altered.

Have you seen it?
As you slipped along
Body still slick with the mud
Of your efforts

Have you seen the lady
The one on street corners
And in gutter reflections

Have you seen her
Eyes burn like immutable
Truth
As if alchemy found solace
Beneath those wrinkled lids

Holds some
Secret
Invokes Some
Fate

And
One
Two
Three
Like shards of
Church glass

You are
Colorfully impaled
Young butterflies
Wings still wet

And as your
Feet drip water
Like the Phoenician sailor
Onto a hard wood floor

Rotten
By the puddles of countless
Feet
Before yours

The lady with easy
Like copper pennies
Under glass
She knows more
Then you suspect

She knows
The floor is rotten
Beneath its veneer

She knows
You are rotten
Beneath your skin

Or perhaps it could be said
If you screwed your eyes up tight
That you could be
A caterpillar
Instead of a spider

Thanks in advance for the criticism.

I'd love to see this board hopping again.