Bottled

Bottled

Hidden thoughts in a bottle,
Mopping up your memories,
You know what I tell you,
What I show you.
The arrogant interpretations of
My heart on your sleeve,
I rip apart your logic,
Now you’re clouded.
Seeing a hated mirror image,
Hippocrates, hate Velcro
Sayings, but what they wished they’d
Said but couldn’t.
 
I did, but you wouldn’t
Think you know me?
That twisted version of me.
Only what you want me to be.
I’ve broken your silence.
Where are we now?
Where we should never get back. . .
A tit for a tat,
I’ve captured a grin and zipped it up.
Sometimes I open it, but I get distracted by
You licking on your lips,
Shattering your illusions
With my tongue slithering through you
Just a peak inside
You cringe.
Run!
Stupidity running rampage
You fall to the floor . . . Give
Me the bottle!
Feel dirty with the lights on.
Then drink from my wounds
For yours wounds are in me.
Remember? A tit for a tat
Our lack of faith and
Absence of everything,
Corrupting knowledge,
Devouring . . . digesting . . . regurgitating.
Now we can fly. . .
A spewed cork
Forget how to fall . . . we don’t
It covers like velvet
Blanket like those dreams, vast, like those stars.
One by one they appear as the
Night slowly swallow the light;
Gradually,
Insignificance rises and
Existence seems small.
Infinity makes ones
Life seems trivial.