IMAGINATION HAS BURIED THE BONES

Withered yellow old ancient book page walls
converge in cosmic fate
surround in archetypal forest
cracked and hingeless chest
protection on treasures island quest

feasted web
hangs forgotten in yesterdays tasted
unblessed,
as conversations blends into a hiss
betwixt boastful plight

claw in burnt vision creeps
hung in evidence
hung as innocent of this crime
torn a bleak scene evolves
as mingles all frozen tears
trodden screams now in carpet bleed

Faded curator me
sweet stars
that plague the imagination
fall and impale a broken vessel
now unfit to sail
end in curse this jade green voiced verse

Yet already another jailer weeps
unfinished
unfurled
bleached beached sail