dream catcher's mitt

when i fall from the dream-catcher's mitt

i'm all thumbs

and not what she's after

my smoldering remains burn over glowing embers

as you ready and position short-term goal tenders

i lay un-kissed at the summer jams

a bag of ruptured glands

who lacks reasoning to understand

my self-directed hate fits

we mouth the vilest sacrament

and adhere to these tacit skirmishes

all for one day ideal and saffron-drenched

we ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes

this soft science leaves my body underwhelmed

our ambitious union dissolves out of the color film

and i am just a crude outline

obscured and pegged and numbered

dangling off power lines

one of many discarded ex-lovers

throwing pet food from the red carpet

at de-colorized coupling of heart-shapes

and all the panic-stricken flower maidens

update their 'who to hate' list

my journal entries are irony-laden

and tirelessly self-loathing

we mouth the vilest sacrament

and adhere to these tacit skirmishes

all for one day ideal and saffron-drenched

we ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes

(falling from the dream-catcher's mitt

falling from the dream-catcher's mitt

)

we've mouthed the vilest sacrament

i fell from the dream-catchers mitt

with smoking incantations and dead language motifs

their defected army becomes my rogue fleet

sequestering yahoo

superimposes his frail person