protocol

damn, nothing but a protocol cat toy; kitten clawing the carpet in the doorway. i'm trippin' over the loose threads he left as a tripwire for the village idiot. next time i slide around and through the back door for swift reentry but the door is shackeled and i am chained. tied to the tree out back like a mutt, staring up at the treehouse fort where the children giggle and play doctor. discovering the secrets of humanity is what everyone strives to do. children ask and never receive answers, adults ask and never receive clarity. bury me. just beneath the sunrise when the moon dies and the stars fade to light. i'm a phantom and i scrawl a wall of grafitti just to holler out to the lord for answers to how high an angel can fly before he runs out of breath; archangel of death stands behind my back with a grimace. distaste is the flavor of my labor on earth, but i love every minute of salvation. thank the omnipotence and pray for clear conscience so i can continue to discover why children cry at night. alone in the dungeon of my many masters' splendor and alive in the factory where adam and eve were banished to. that serpent with the flogging whips and crooked lips. i'm being watched and just because the paranoia is getting to me doesn't mean i'm not being hunted by that kitten with nine tails and splintered doorway claws. i fasten the mask and straighten my glasses; fingerprints blur my vision; and i run to the ocean with open heart. prayer and love overflow and escape my soul as my body is soaked and lying on the beach with a strand of kelp; fiddler crab.