Walls

 Standing upside down on a ceiling made of glass
                      Hurried footsteps quicken.................. with the sound of a gasp
                                    let out of a body not too far under  water
                        
              And the voice is crystal like, chiseled like winter

A high pitch scream pierces the puncture
                   And a bullet wound tethers on favored acupuncture

                                                                           Eyes Wide Shut Silence the Silence

                                          And lungs fill with liquid acid
                                     As the glass cracks under the pressure
                                              Of a dissipating endeavor.....



.       .         .       .      .     .   .   . . . .......Liquidating the dreams of hopeless efforts 
                                                                                                                                              Drenched in things Come to pass
Smelling of  the regurgitation
 of symphonated similes
 of unspoken calligraphy
 uttered in blood

 And the laughter of a child continues 
                                                                                                                  down the hall.

and we are oblivious to the ceiling,
trapped eternally by the walls.