ABANDONES

Bridge of lament
built across the eyes,
just a little wedge of wooded thoughts,
from the puppeteers of massage reality,
tying one's soul in knots,
scrambling the brain like it was eggs.

Erected the spikes of anal retentive theology,
turning the paddle of slapstick reasoning
and give one's esteem a spanking
to the heart's joy.

Transforming screaming reality into a deaf cage
where one slowly
mutates into a canary
who refuses to leave
the imprisonment of one's identity,
even after the keepers
who cut out one's spirit
using a knife shaped
like a scroll of 'tsk, tsk.'

Before they go in hunt
for other prey
confident one will starve to death
unable to flee
despite being left so totally,
abandoned.