The stars fall

The stars fall

From the sky

Rotten apples

Full of worms

Hot as coals

Sharp as razors

A rapier wind

Cutting like a knife

Slicing at the collar

Shredding my jacket

With precision

Sick children gather

In dark corners

Sloping away

Into the Bowery

Madness close at hand.

Laughter is monstrous

Tears fall

As cold blood.

Angels embrace murder

The skinless

Blindly follow

The least expected.

Wisdom is a fable

Invisible hands

Wield the pen

Writing in isolation

Breaking the pain

Into small pieces

Sharing it around.

We are brought low

False prophets abound

A growth market

For the see ya later

Agitator.

Nobody knows the trouble

I’ve seen

It is a far cry

From peaceful

In a green field

Laid waste

By a cold hand

In a distant land

With remote access

To the pool

In my backyard.