Faceless forget-me-knots
Thoughts sting like wasps
On the skin of edgy mind
Sense of self it shrivels
Like a frog left in the sun
Dreams that burst like eggshells
Bleed the yokes of the unborn
Emerging as clean fine clichés
Precipitous of lies
Faceless forget-me knots
Of loves past memory
Trellis my blue heart
Attached to arteries and veins
And mortal, I said mortal
Commonly we seek
This sweating grime of ways
Tantalizing but mundane
I realize the scorching fire
Of my synaptic dreams
To a bleak star-lit heaven
A slow and somber moon
In melancholy rising
With cast-eyed lunacy
And that is all, is all henceforth
This lesson granted me
A splattering of insect blood
Stains my rosebud mouth
And I know you know I know
It stains on your mouth, too