Stone Man

We sat on pillars
overlooking those clouds everybody else had their heads in.
They always told me I was a little too tall,
But my Humpty Dumpty steeze
was apparently unapparent to me.

And the pieces never returned to symmetry.
The cracks coagulating,
burning up the ringlets of the imagery
in the veins of this tattered memory.
But with a nice overcoat I still attract the revery,
suck up the venom of the victims
incinerating the good-note endings.

Now, I could sip on false serenities,
but the pleasantries are blending
with the muck of far too many facades.

I drip pebbles off the tip of my nose,
secrete stone out my eyelids.
Dip into my ribcage,
take spoonfulls of concrete.
There is no exterior,

so walk away,
before I release the toxins
and tear at the tendons.