admittance

my writing is no fun,

it brings no joy to read,

it stains the cornea and wets the fingers

you turn the page with.

all day i laugh,

i play the jokester, the fool,

i hunch like a barbarian

taking punches and kicks,

i lose myself in the reflection

and shine my pearl crooked teeth

while the sun bleaches my skin.

i can not write under its influence,

it drugs me into obedience,

my chains, it turns to candy smoke

and my pain feels foolish to exist.

but i am here,

in dark i take the form of stone

unshaken and unchanged.

coriolan is my brother

and his whispers boil my blood with rage

and every corner of my body shakes

like feathers falling from a flock of crows.

through tears and flickers of fire to my side

i welcome the muse to my aid.