the warning

Who saw this house
in her first glory?
who saw it meander
down and out of control?
When the wind was in her hair
on the edge of town
I was there
She was a glyph and I could not read her
She was gone so fast
and I was left
with no breath in me at all
Drowning with,
drowning without her
I am chronically hopeless
forever off-task
wandering in thought and emotion
tattooed, carved
with my own enemy words
The pictures I've painted
are the most elementary renderings
of real people, real pain
On the surface
you could never guess
of the biohazard beneath
Polluted earth
where nothing can grow
Burn me to my core
start over on a distant shore
There is nothing to be learned from this
just the warning,
the blood on my door.