Tethered to the barrel

Asmund_Laerdal_with_the_Resusci_Anne

Tethered to the barrel,
Marauding at the trigger.

All but your insides
Painted on the pavement.

Stiffed at the collar,
Ringing at your slogan,

Toothless to the beat.
Brood breaking dawn,
Marionette, you muscle for charity.

Strip you off your colors,
Gift you thorough winters,
Coax you as I did Septimus,
As his mind barked through
Decrepit hollows.

Raging through the mire,
Your blank canvas faced down
To dye at your wish.

But, “Tomorrow, tomorrow,

Never Today.”

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “Tethered to the barrel

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s