Empty Overflow

Peer through

Youd never know that behind the paintings

Hangs the reality

Pouring out through

Swirling paint drips

Trying to lick the spit through the window

So you can smell it

Taste it

Recognise the same horse behind the mirror

And shaping like a moon

You settle into the warm golden glow of the night

Arked into its smile

Looks across the yard to see

The spewing mess that overtalks

Grooming your view

Assured behind duck bills the

Guts and whinneys of 

The self despaired 

The eight burns

And you are too busy

To notice

Full with nothing

Empty overflowing

Forgot to dig your toes well into the dirt

Such a hindrance.

Your bones are showing

But your soul is kept behind the shards.