Strange burdens no one knows

strictly fictional.

The heart is ripped out and held in the hand,

It pumps out all life and deflates,

And still I walk seeing the candy filled gutters,

Where the ragamuffins dance,

The cellophane wrappers cutting their feet,

Nearby a man is beaten to death with a fish.

Put the streetwalkers back in the pantry,

For when the guineas and lepers come,

They will want a piece to rip off;

The sun burns my skin and it flakes off,

In my mind it is snowing,

People freeze to death.

I am hollow,

A rabid duck came by,

Bit at the crusts from my hands,

The children grab a stick,

Play the dead man’s ribs like a xylophone,

Night comes and I am dirt.

 

Being pushed onto a silver platter,

Served to those who don’t care whether you live or die,

The heart weighs heavy and I fall,

Into a chasm of rubber balls,

If only the cliff were there instead of the Ferris wheel,

My soul is swept sent out with the trash,

On the plus side I found my childhood again.

 

These are strange burdens no one must know or experience,

For you could wind up dead,

Or possibly alive.