Mock Tones Left Misled

I'll plant my past into the dirt
and the daisies might remind me of mistakes
a petal shaped like a car crash
a petal shaped like adultery
a petal shaped like time running out,
and a petal tatooed with female grudges
the greenest of leaves blow by my face at night
and manage to crush my skull with softness
and my brain is flicked out through my toes
returned to earth's grip, I'm tree-trunked in thought
and throughout every change,
my direction will scarcely be caught

While I remain
that avenue caked with mistake petals
so drenched in better blessed opinions,
reading the talent of steps,
above my blank suit
my head, stitched in permanent bloom
while I remain
a god called out for impersonations,
to impress the skies,
or the clouds that cuddle my very own lies
below my tasty spit,
the wine they drink from my space

and concrete isn't hope,
so I can never shake the thought that
maybe I enjoy the backward steps
and the planned, learned heartbreak
paint a new road,
give disease some life,
and regret buddying up with crows and mice
you will never find anything under my laugh
but a haunt of sexy tears
and it's these tears that intice me into complacency
a heart's doom smells of salt
a heart's doom spices up a dish
and a few hours after the meal,
you'll expel your myth
and jot down tales of mistakes and impossible petals

written on 4/5/06