Glazed Honey
By Peter Scott
Pained in my justification
Personal peril draws close
Seizes the mind
At times
Leads me to fertilize
Green apples of a cold nature
Frozen sounding the blows through the inside
Lonely am I from there
Lonely is the paper
Jagged marks
On tiny fiber
Before I falsify
Only should you know
Keys so many
Doors so few
Give me your love
Whole and true
Treat me with care
For I will be you
With you inside me
Your sensitive heart
Pumping fresh life
In a dead corpse as I
Don’t mock
Jokes look different
Inverted
Push me away
Is it so
A soul smashes his own mirror
Distorts the blood from flowing?
Not ready to live
Only then shall the pen stop
Liquid always absolute
The color left up to you.
