Unleavened Paint
every once in the moon
you’re given a thing … which is not false
it twinkles like nothing else
since it … for you … is actually there
you ride it a bit
like a horse … you don’t believe in
but hope is a masterpiece
and breath … a freshness … which takes you in the end
and if you can make it pass
those passes which paint your weaker sides
and if you don’t die … in the hating of one’s self
you might just make it then
to the new roads
the one with goal
and become like a Peter
on which the Lord
He rebuilds His church
but these are a fickle thing
like carnie cars … with ups and turnarounds
the question is… just like a rodeo
will you buckle all the way in?
and will you ride … that ship of life
till it changes you … with pain-filled rains
and does a very surgical thing
and turns you upsides down?
And will you die
to live again
to ride that lonely … lonely moon
and will you rise … because you fell
and turn … to … something pretty?