crumbling face
eroding
beneath
wind
rain
broken
breaking
crashing down

Uninformed
unable to discern
what it is I am
or need to be

neither this;
nor that;

ambivalent
vacillating
pseudo humanoid

uniformly
others appear
certain of
everything
when I have
no clue at all

half in;
mostly not:

shedding skin
I remain
potential
unformed.

12 ounces
of golden oak
topped with steel

visions
dancing dreams
of garden sheds

foundation
battened walls
fresh cut wood

gabled
red metal roof
rising tall

hot sun
beer for the builder
measured twice

and still
somehow askance.

another round boys
be it whiskey or beer;
or that fine keg of sherry
in the tunnels below.

pour it out; fill it up
guzzle it down in a gulp.
no pain only sweet numbness
filling my aches and my head.

i’m old and i’m lonely;
wearing my cap and my bells.
everywhere that I stumble
dull ringing above in my ears.

this barrel still loves me;
brick me in with the wine.
i’ll tell no more secrets
i’ll hear no more lies.

concrete and mortar make
chill solid comfort
truth is this hollow shell
enfolds all that i am.

you promised me
things you never had:
this imagination
mixing that mythology…

invisible friends;
teleportation events.
i so wanted it all
to be my reality…

you took me to see
free lunar circuses;
next beneath the sea
to Nemo’s submarine…

octopus venues;
calamari cuisine;
you in a red dress
playing the queen…

you the complete
fantasy package;
and me the believer
who paid for it all.