Archery

You should hunch on the bark above your head
And wait for the sure-footed pirate
She who conquered a small pie
Of the freedom that was humanity

Come with me you leech
May be you can shout down at her
Sure, her skirt gives you other thoughts
But look at how you're positioned lad

You ought to be scared
May be you should kill

A full circle

For I lay there
Gasping at the sights
A wild rumble woke me up
From my dark runnings

I fought another way
Through a patch of strewn wood
Hoping to find a strong foot
I remember the curve across my face then
Glorious it was

A sway and a stagger
Sand beneath my feet
A bottle in my hand
And eye-liner beneath my eyes
A freed soul
And a lighter weight

I looked at people differently
And the fragrance of the pollution was nauseating
Chilling and soothing
I had found myself again
It had been long old friend
Welcome back