..to protect the innocent

My head is wild with
mustangs storming
over prairie grass

I hang by fingertips
Nails cutting into flesh

I try to tread the path
walk the walk
Stumble
never fall

Couldn't stand
the embarrassment
Couldn't stand at all

This isn't me

Whose God is this?
Not mine

I didn't subscribe
but got the ticket anyway

The luxury of burning
beyond imagination
in obituaries
A source of fascination

You can't imagine life
Fiction is
a parody of fact

What was I doing
before I was born?

Just a thread
The scene before the act

A surge of something
indescribable

There's the rub
Nothing for your head

For God's sake
don't teach this shit
in schools

Caring is for fools