Ancient Greece

Sitting in the neo-beast watching stars roll by

  Constellations befuddle my brain

Return me to deep dusty places

     Where I feel like bleu cheese again,

Slightly musty, colored for depression,

     deliciously crumbly

I fall apart more every other day

Can't you make a salad?  and eat me alive…

I've no care for this world as I fall

An ancient pillar, built weaker below

     Those formative years

Are the muddle of mortar that refuses to set

My tears aren't quite sure

       Why they leap from my eyes….

Color saves me from myself around now

  Autumnal oranges and yellow,

  Internally pink, a glowing candle

Except ‘tis the time for a fade to brown and bleak

And I'm not quite sure how I'll fare.