The tale

Ere a cloud behind the window pane

Underneath the blinds 

Turned to reveal treasures

 

The sorrow in a blue sky

Was put there by me

And the horrid pine tree

There under

 

Only I 

Am the author of

My soiled face

Yet where 

Can I be found

 

Where on earth 

Are the other aliens

The ones who don't belong

From another place

Beyond the sullen sky

 

Who dream of tear drops

Larger than all the land combined

And frowns as grand as

A horizon

 

I want to be their friends

Climb inside their tectonic sobs

So deep and long

They sound like summer thunder

 

I'm having trouble picturing them

All that rumbles are 

Far off fighter jet poising

For war

Screaming into the free air

 

I'm waiting for the aliens now

To let their tears drop

Low and mighty onto

The land

And wash our filthy hair

Lighten my dreadful looks

At the coattails of spring

 

Let them come

Or perhaps they already have?

Maybe sea, salty and deep

Is their refuge 

An abode for all those exiles of joy

 

I am an ostrich

Sized according to my

Ability to smile 

But ho!

I have no lips for that

And down my neck goes

On the red groove

Below the ax

Shining and brilliant 

With the "pursuit of happiness"

Incribed on the spine

 

Never has a man so finely whittled a cage 

Around himself

Made of wood

Hung with Jasmine and pearly fruit

And called it natural

A jungle untamed

Indeed my wildness is the ax

Used for carving and killing

It was the gift of a demon king called

Joy

And he told me to let it take care of me

Let it be my weapon in the cruel night

Unleash it's power upon the void

Lashing out paradise from the shadow

He said it would 

But it did not

No it only shined the sun into my eyes 

And told me it was light

It cut into the old tree and proclaimed

Itself strength

It weighed on my hands so strongly

But it said it was balance I needed

To stay upright

Lies

 

And the demon joy laughed

As I twisted and fell in the dark

As I cried for help

With my hands stuck deep in the hickory

And when I finished my cage polished and lacquered 

I sat down

And wondered what my next quest would be

I called to the king but he didn't answer

I called for my mother but she had died while I was away

I called for my sibling but he was trapped too

In a silicon manger

He yearned to be with me but he hadn't the strength to leave his padded home

 

I called into the night and heard many replies

Mistaking them for birds I sat down

And looked for my old friend the ax

I found it bent

And rotten at the hilt

A girl so small 

Crawled from the wood and offered me her hand

I took it and she grew monsterous and black

Hairy and toothen she broke the ceiling of my wooden cage and let in some terror

She hissed and menaced me but

All I could stare at was the glorious stars

Behind her

She salivated and threatened death but I just laid on my back and remembered the sad sky

And the aliens id hoped to meet

I saw their sad faces brilliant in the air 

As she attempted to rip me to shreds I threw

The blade into the air and it

Stuck in her heart

Howling she deflated and turned

Into a rose

Beside her the blade became a penny

I took it to buy a pale to take the alien tears to the flower and nurse it into strength

The cage broken

Is now a home with a door

 

I walk out to greet the glorious morning

Heartbreaking as it is

I know I put it there

Glad for it

I sit on the stump of the hickory and whistle

All of a sudden I hear more than the birds