passion-fruit

you have been filled

with such dark places

they may prop it up now

but it will not stand.

you begin to feel it

that dull soaking anguish

if the wind took it up now

it would never land.

but they cannot afford you

the kindness of rapture

for the loss of their demon

in the shape of a man.

so whatever is left

of your self or the vulture

let it follow the river

for as long as it can.

(disclaimer: don't ask me what this means I don't know either)