Rusting Tractor Parts

Bleh

barren, empty, gone...stolen
my body is cold, frozen
rotting from the insides like
his rusting old tractor parts
in that blackened field of
dusty collapsed veins

before you slip through my floor
creaks, moans pieces of shards I broke
you can find the revelled
act fast and drive to anywhere but us

Blue moons eclipsed into ours, though
I am not the firestorm thunderclap
offering your upper-class, uptown
Suburban Heart

hopeless mind filled bad ideas
and my tiny secret languages
Go, going, gone - leave

I am as barren as
dam traced roaring trees
of future amulettes

catch me,
please