There, Queer, Sky, Oh Why

-There, Queer, Sky, Oh Why-
by Keaton Foster



There
Queer
Sky
Oh why
Jet black
No stars
Nothing
Barren
An empty landscape
Absolute madness
I won’t survive
This world
Self-created
Mine
Indoctrinated
No longer
Should I try
Refusal
God above
Master of fools
Morons in league
Judging me
Pointing up
Pointing down
A cross section of life
Ours to be exact
I can’t stand it
Never could I
Not at all
I was born
Existence
And living
Not the same thing
Inside and out
I’m a total fake
A complete heretic
Textbook
Pontius Pilate lite
Down the river
I’d sell any savior
Without hesitation
Quite sure
Devoid of question
I’d have regret
But no more
Then I already do
I’m doomed
Nothing will change
There is no grace
No redeeming quality
Just a tangent hypocrisy
The finest of line
Purpose so defined
Walking along
Daring myself not fall
Steadying these feet
Upon shaky stones
I must tow the load
I don’t really know
Any ounce of difference
Calloused are these hands
Burdensome
Are these weights
Troublesome to carry
Worrisome to put down
This wicked wilderness
Increasingly scary
I’ll always do what I must
When creatures become ghost
Then I my friends
Become what they won’t
When those alive
So easily die
Continually I will live on
But not as you might suspect
Always doing what I must
What needs to be done
Righteous under any sun
Easy is the assumption
Easier is the belief
Living by the sword
Swearing allegiance
To both the edge
And the pointed end
Through the heart
Into the head
All means to an end
Kill or be killed
Survival in a nutshell
These hands
Are indeed stained
A plethora of colors
Beautiful craziness
In an increasingly ugly world
Again
Reiteration to the enth decree
I will do what I can
Always what I must
I have a strong gut
I have an iron heart
And a lacking soul
I’m unconcerned
What did you expect
I hope it was nothing
Then again
What you think
Means naught
There
Queer
Sky
Oh why
Jet black
No stars
Nothing
Barren
An empty landscape
Absolute madness
There I said it
As I have before
Many times more
These
The offbeat ramblings
Of a qualified lunatic
Printed, post, and form
In this twisted world
Chalk full of crazy ass
Sons of bitches
I’m just an unusual man
With the most to say
These cantankerous words
Will live on in their own way…




There, Queer, Sky, Oh Why
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.