a word in need of healing

A word in need of healing,
No messages this morning Rosemary,
A world at loss of all its’ secrets,
Over and between but couldn’t replace,
No places for the clowns, mimes and puppets,
No one notices the floor mirage,
No telling whose was worse

Neither earns,
Neither owns,
each other with ten times the darkness,

Spending time across the water,
On forbidden rooftops,
To breathe dust in the memory in my chest
Where the risk shapes the noises,

Money for nothing,
No money down under too much for nothing
Can’t touch another switch
Squirt and honk
Till three o’clock in the morning
No shade
All the wishes can’t find their way back

A word in need of healing
Not your temperature, colour, gravity, light, density,
But give it your best half eye dungeon dream
That can’t see the time passing anymore,
But the serpent knows
In the rain
Pigeons and doves,
Make the sound the same
My guitar gently disappears
But couldn’t get far enough
So many wishes
Couldn’t open the eye
But gives hope to the shape shifter
Who wonders why am I cursed
in this hunting ground
touching blood I swear
I didn’t belong