The straw

Thereby she protested in an accent of a sand driven mouse
Relived a thousand alternative sunsets delving deep and craving the integral house
Of Windows and front porch doors destroyed in a tornado of shadows of darkness that delved
On a pine laden shelve that maybe we cried upon in the story of our lonely self.
Just a thousand repetition
A slip in the crosswords of competition
The cry of a howl of the ghoul fabricated
We shipped the worshipped cargo of incapsulated
So I delve deep into darkest forrests and add a bird of feathers delight
Intrepid thoughts of subdivision of questions answered in the pale moonlight
The travelling soul on the spine of a ghost
A drinking captain in charge of a ships wheel of thoughts
The returning hero in a humdrum intersection
A feudal grey bearded math quiz a percentage of a fraction.
The tinnitus ringing of the ear I must answer the call
To encompass the ground of its earthly rigmarole
A passing bird who might pray in front of her breast
Shows a musical landscape to forgive and progress
And do we draw and we sketch to this end of our dream
We harness inked driven ponies who have whinnied and screamed
We draw back on
We scream because of life's decadon
We sighed and relaxed
On the straw
That broke the donkeys
Back.