another passion play

By Colton Claye

I've been chasing betrayal

all the way to your piercing gaze

and your invisible hands which lift me atop the calvary I carry inside

lowering the volume on the praise coming my way so I could hear their jeers

Once I was a poor scholar 

decorating eggshells,

walking to find you straddling the lap of the rabbit on his throne

Now you've come to take this bread.

I raise my glass and make a toast 

to the carpenter who built this barstool after he left the profession

so I could sit and drink Jello shots with the ghosts of the holy well

and tip my server

I see you in the peepshow

It isn't enough to be a voyeur anymore

I’m hoping you'll break my heart

my wounds are my way out

About the author
Colton Claye, a native of Milwaukee, WI, is an author, songwriter, visual artist and an advocate for all conscious creatures. His work has been featured in a wide variety of print and digital publications. His latest release, The Percussive Sun, is a collection of surrealist poetry. He sends you warm regards.