Your Day In The Life As My Own

I took your day in the Life as my own...

endeavor me was the all of my asking.

One rung shy of heaven you reached 

upward with both hands--your hands

were the spent voracious read of the

Good and Bad Book.

The ladder waved backward--as if the

ground caught at hello and goodbye.

All I could see were your eyes as they

broke the world open.

I pressed my doting exodus of one to

them...you picked that exodus clear

down to less than one.

I looked away, then again upon you--

your lips could not fan away the tonnage

their words reconciled upon.

The weight of the world is relative...

four great wildernesses bore four 

men with horse heads, they wore 

lab coats...bore into me from belly

button to chest cavity.

You arose from the feigned gravity of

your ploy...stood over me, and dripped

my organs all over me like a Pollock.

Then proceeded to pump in the surgical

staples of years.

Fixed your hair to its most perfect phrase...

prancing away from the hollowed world

of him.

Konstantinos Mark