mocking bird & the serpent

Mocking bird
come along
Wait in search
of a rhyme.
Echoes, sirens
wild calls;
Seek what you can
For you will not hear a word I say
Solace is my rhyme
Deafness calms the lull hovering over my olfactory..

Hissing serpent
Slither into
My cave
Where I spend my days
Agony builds
Its walls,
Epithelial armor
Break it,
Envenom..
I will not wince
A bit for as long as I can see it cleaning…wounds
washing, rinsing..
where lay the mocking bird impaled..

posted by 30 seconds to decay.. at 12:18 PM june the 28th,'06