The Instability of Greased Tangibility

Cry, Child, cry, cry
See what Child has spilled
Poured out Child’s insides
Refill or be killed

Dream stain, blood pain
In the spiral weave
Red patterned grain
Child, heave, Child, breathe

Child naïve
The engine has seized
Even if Child bleeds
It’s still too slippery

Grease on the gears
Trying for years
Fight, Child, fight, fight
There’s only End in sight

Slipped out of hand
Tease defined lie
Father spills sand
Die, Child, die, die

Child’s voice quavered
Stain uncensored
Need wants, but unable
Teeter, grip table

Child, hold fast
Can’t get a grasp
Dream instability
Greased tangibility

~RMKS, May 24, 2004