Fresh…
A fresh corpse…is as sweet by any name
A Ripe Corpse….
Cannot be covered by the smell of roses….
Theology…
Spoken hastily to prove a point…
Truth….
Cannot be exterminated by your doctrine….
Words randomly put together
This is not a sentence.
But the thoughts in your head….
Cannot be deemed unviable by anyone but you…
Deeds
Bright boisterous worthless…
Actions shouting at you…
Cannot replace the small kindness shared with a child…
So here I am….
Never that far away …
I come to you….
But I never can get any closer no matter how you call to me
Visions…
Assault my sense of smell…
Your sweet corpse
I hear what you really mean…
©06-17-06 M.Jay Mansfield
