Bone to flesh

I brought tears through the front door
for the last time in the moment that counted.

She stained the floor with our proxy of
mixed paintings and morbid callouses.

All erased without mention or intonation
or a sense of longing for some other form.

These are the gracious stereotypes we employ
from fractured homes of steel inbreeding.

I came to know you when this was all over
and I bore the thought to distant, everlasting rivers.

Will we float on the miracle of pixie dust
or just make it to the door from whence we came?

And I'm just starting the dance floor roll call
and watching for the elastic crystal ball to fall
again.

I brought love hate relations through the eyes
of needles drawing blood in the room next door.

Here is the last thought, the one I'll always remember
here in the saddle of the nasty rumor that we invent.

Don't let the dreams of your fathers beget motionless
anthems your children will lose, bone to flesh.