Cage

Just an exhibition in this torpid zoo,
Eager eyes to fill a hand with intent,
Fingers tap my cage, bang the glass, I weigh the things I lose against all of the best of time you've spent.

Just an exhibition in this silent show,
Pleading ears to fill a tongue with rage,
Hatred thrown, shattered glass, parquet, 'John McHale-esque' but nonetheless, just another cage.

Just an exhibition for the weak of mind,
Burning lips to set my soul aflame,
A thoughtlessness engulfed in a once-savored time, the absence of love creates no greater pain.