Pencil Bones

Give them a reason,

to open a slit,

Tweaking the treason,

faking the skit.

They welcome the seasons,

of sappy green will,

Indulging and gorging,

on willing young skill.

Thrashing in rivers,

of hospital blue,

I love you, I hate you,

I’d die for you too,

I want it, I need it,

I'm drained from the fight,

I had it, you took it,

 Hell bred all my spite.

Loaded commitments,

unpayable loans,

All my impediments,

These broken pencil bones.

-BSW 6/18/2011