RMC

Bleeding across my face
from the slap a butt a gun
teased me now I’m on the run
from a spiteful rising sun.

Tell me golden rays
will reach my heart part
does the facade it was always
there from the start.

Pure as the vibrant
foliage and tuned to the air
cool and chill in despair
is my heart currently there.

Vicious is a solvent sold
to a beggar such as me
appropriate dissipate old
versions of a backwards sea.

Innocent transition qualm
has befallen the fallen all in
is my hand I want it all now
from the start to the very end.

Stand in to face
I look out daily faintly
will I begin trace
details of this statue quaint.

I’ll keep close what I can
here in the forest statue a man
I guess I am in arteries sand
of nature’s man I’ll stand.