Quicksand

Don't struggle in the quicksand
For they will see you drown
Allow yourself to sink
While you become the clown
The politics of people
Who worship all your
Suffering
Who aim to see you bare
To witness you
With nothing
For day will have their day
And God will laugh on them
And as the chaff their blown
Away
These paper clip men
Continue with your striving
And all your awesome plans
Reach out for branch
And cling for life

 

jesters still

Abundant aces
Misplaced graces
Swallow do you remember
Yourself
When the waters fresh
And cool and ripe
Charcoal sharks lurk
To give you strife
The scent of poison in the air
Ink
Abundant aces
Eyes that scream
Capture what was lost in dream
Grab your milk
Your baby blanket
For between the
Nails
We're jesters still