man / beast / etc.

With no great skill
Or even a few dollar bills
You wander into towns who can’t find a name
So long apart
A chance for a fresh start
But you can’t quite seem to fit
The places are exactly the same
So perfectly right
So perfectly tame
Misconstrued, feeling light
Things are adding up, just not right

Drink up: Cups of evil; Cups of bliss;
Drink up: Cups of callas; Cups of wish.

To find exactly what you’ve become
man / beast / machine / plant / bird / thing
Swallow it whole
Everything

You said, “an old woman once told me,
‘what is not will surely rot.’”
It took you for a turn, her words
You determined to fix everything
Like she’d said.
Become in tune

Stay calm, relaxed.
Enjoy breathing again.
You’re breathing again.
At long last.

Falling in step
Never miss, never trip
With strong strides
You morph to shadows
To clouds
You night crawlers
You sleuths

With burial rites in their mouths
Your mothers and fathers
You sisters’ unborn children
They (stare, pierce) straight through you
They move you