Death of a Teacher
I welcome death like I do a warm body
Free-falling from the landmark of wonder.
I long to feel the splattering of my flesh
On the dank and grey cement.
Soaring above, writing stories in the sky,
A demon is attacked by doves of chaos
And a skull of anarchy fills in the white lines.
Liberty from the corporate evil lying in wait
To destroy and massacre the spirit and soul
Is a spike that leads to the doormat of my death.
May 20, 2015 at 11:36 pm
Only a few might understand where you are coming from. Unfortunately there are some of us that know that feeling of relief that a concrete floor or a combination of pills and whiskey can provide.
I loved your poem.
May 21, 2015 at 1:26 am
Thank you, my brother in arms. ❤