Biting the Brick

 Biting the Brick

I expiate this fear

With a spate of each face that has lived in here

Stand strong, the brittle winter crumbles

In this genesis wave to a faithful spring erupting

Spit it back in that waft of the wind

Screaming back like a brick in the mouth

Flung fully intact that thoughts

Are cracked in its solid nature

This fear like the mason with the mortar binding

The words of this coffin lining stitched in

With the acumen of the sage and the precision

In the rage of the ax pounding

The splinters of these shivers excavating

This want to be suicide in the nights of

This darkened embrace with the catacombs

Of this maze wandering in the wanting

Of measured alone and must be the hunting

For the dog that bites the hand that feeds her

Snarling in the second turned and the insight

Of time groveling for a subscription to the answers

Arriving monthly in a chain mail armor of messages

Nail gunned in deposits in a sperm bank to link in the

What ifs and the I can’t quits of this contract signed

And delivered in this capitalist endeavors

To trade what for what, what is the safari target for this hunt

Beauty escaping and plumping and the swell

Just falls into a dumping to run like an escape artist