Subconscious 2 Poem by Marijke McKinney

Natures gritted teeth
No entering young one
Only looking
And I shall save thee
With a bottle of whiskey
And some lovely greens

To admire like madmen
Who love mothers arms
She shows but wont tell
And your glazed eyes
Can only see the beauty
Over but not under

I take what I can get
This is the closest I'll get
To the cycled life
Of emptied names

How can one not
Want to wring life
Of all its glory
When she taunts and teases
With falling leaves

Oh boy, you’ll never know
But at least you can see
The unknown

How we all want to be insane
And have mother
Gloss our worries
With vines and streams

Stumble on the line
Drunk or sober
We're all going to fall
So laugh to the gods
And point your finger up
And show them you're going down
With drunken happy smiles
Of all the pain and lies

We're all gonna die
Wish washed flowers
In the lake of our minds
Ever so slightly
Sneaking their tipped heads
To glance at a fallen world

Reflected glints
Of souls
Are forever.