Of Rocky Roads and Lavender Fields

Void

Like the century

events mismatch 

my fickle memory

No points will be found

if people

gawk

gawk

gawk

spewing words with no sauce

I curl my fingers to my ears

and bend the temple to my knees.

I sing a mute lullaby

with strong chords

soft inverts 

half notes

and gentle prayers.

Why are bricks so brittle

when left alone to their elements?

I face a tapestry made of my own cinder blocks 

and sand squares made from headless torsos.

I cast a long needle-thin thread afar

to fish for unheard compliments

with rough edges to sharpen my claws.

I need to fish silently, discreet,

for God forbid He hears the gospel

oozing out of my trustworthy confidants.

Damn.

I think I need another one

of those mood-boosting,

booty-busting

rides across

the Atlantic sunset.

It looks like I took the wrong ticket.

The circus ran out of clowns

when it sold out 

of frozen strawberry soft serve.

I fell into a frenzy of vanilla swirls

that made my mouth pucker.

Rocky road is a tasty treat

But lavender fields will break my fall.

Brittle blocks will wither with time

but the holy ground of my friends,

a seemingly lost cause,

will survive the ninth element.