...and then he ran.Flowing back into the river.
Cleanse it of it’s curse.
Resist the overwhelming impulse to shiver.
To evade the hearse.
Coated with a thin film,
The skin is slick and sleek.
Tracing the outline in the dirt,
Makes a shapeless featureless face so sweet.
Yearning for affection.
Learning from infections.
Speaking with rabid inflection the correction besets direction.
Mind the intersection.
And the underlying meaning.
Outer lying regions are more susceptible to piercing, and thus, prone to bleeding.
The adjacent area holds greater interest.
Parallels between inter dimensional realms are ripe with incest.
Four o clock in the a m, and still sleep has not yet come.
Pouring out like an overfilled urn in an attempt to learn.
Something about oneself.
Post mortem.
It’s an exercise in post modernism.
An imperialist incision above sociopoliticism.
Neo politics, and Leprotic children,
Let fire cleanse, where water has failed.
These branches.
Old and tattered with age.
The years have not been kind to thee, it shows on your skin and I can read it in your face.
Perhaps these tiger stripes serve another purpose
To camouflage predator from prey, to move invisible as night in plain day.
I can’t wait.
To tackle that fleeing beast and sink these fangs into it’s jugular.
I only hope these tired old legs are fit enough for the chase.
Stomach reminds just how long it’s been.
It makes it’s presence known with a low and desperate rumbling for nourishment.
And it’s intentions are at last as clear as day.
Mine are the same.
To live.
“We reflect the same hues you and I,
The same spectrum of colors.”
“And yellow is not among them.”
Let’s do this.
And then he ran.
jeremiah frost.5-6-09
Zeal
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