as i stood in suspended animation
above my collapsing stone bridge
that spanned two grave dark magnetic towers
like a crumbling ocean ridge
i saw your painted gloss faces
on your crystal totem book tower wall
i saw your new graffiti ink
as gravity did dawn so i did fall
i knew that ink was intended
for some other fried dope troll
cause those hypnotizing mesmerizing
snake eyes are ever so damned droll
your elite gangster rat goon torture squad
fed me info that did kill
in poisoned cider bottles
hand picked from a garden no troll could rule
the juice exploded my scone matter
like crumbs across the universes floors
flies darken my souls tea cup
on whose syrup tears they sup
now i conclude i shouldn’t have gone to battle
before I had hero suited up
still i tried grabbing in prayer to save me
the dissolving chalk dust hands
of that mad twisted teacher time
when from my bridge where that last heroic jump
became a fall into the brine
into that bottomless scrolling dead sea
now here fate i lie immersed
in unmoving dirt humor
experiencing a sudden dearth of god
beneath the dried cracked Edens earth
where once upon a spring breath i did plod
now i’m guessing no empathy taught you
to humanely euthanize a troll
that fell from loves foolish heights like poo
fossilized
© bg 2014