tossing, turning; in my head pleasant visions quickly fled tattered dreams began to creep i could scarcely think of sleep i looked about and was not alone everywhere lie a restless drone pain escaped in troubled breathes dismantled wills must acquiesce told to work and to procreate distempered men we incarcerate fear subversion, but not of self distraction successful, ideal of wealth failure impossible, self medication easier to swallow the external delegation...
the darkest night enshrouded I could faintly hear her cry the rain above me sounded as if the tin wished her to die the rain fell down my face too and I sniffled with the wind what else could a child do all around me malice grinned a flash of lightning struck the ground the newly-splintered tree despaired meanwhile, his fists barely made a sound but screams and thunder left me scared...
the wallpaper-like skin apparently glued to his bones tore around the lips as he rasped about whatever I sat with my ear plugs shouting just loud enough to drown out the fellows rants about whatever I could hardly stand to watch him sit there like a useless broken furnishing by the fire I rarely looked up doubting he cared anyway lost in my own thoughts actively ignoring the fool...
like a swarm of noise, a mouth, it moves on a biped frame, in polished shoes . across space and time, it spews these sounds in tuxedos suits or in silken gowns . it bares its teeth and squawks quite loudly flaunting ties and bows pretty proudly . the noise, the sounds, the squawks the same taught to speak, and no refrain . most mouths move and spew that way...
I was young, still naive wanting badly to believe that all one saw could be obtained that life was living unconstrained how I ran past youth, swift and sure convinced, completely, the world was pure upon arrival it became quite clear this world was theirs and I was here not for my own desires to pursue just a worker to support the few the few that owned all I might want...
idyllic statues, grandiose encourage wonder to draw close in some remote temple stare at mirages, however, fair actualizations hardly theorized all potential there unrealized a beacon for, well, just the two journeyed by and could not eschew weary drifters they came to see how everything there ought to be perceived in awe the tailored art renewed their will to impart what they want, what they will of course the statues remain still...
I reached for gray, but withdrew wanted laces, but just a few the orange pair was fine, but matched no style of mine, black leather, khaki plaid, muted blue too many options for a god-damn shoe massaging insoles, ventilated sides, advanced synthetic or traditional cow hides? blinking lights, open-ended or enclosed, who on earth, all these variations, proposed? I can’t wear blue, I’m feeling sad… risqué red, on a man, just looks bad…...
On the verge of self discovery it seemed immenent until she appeared i became lost in lust immediatly my life was no longer mine
I’d rather a love that never died, As opposed to one that always tried. Self-preservation and enjoyment, both. To live and love, an intermingled oath. Even those that love does not employ, Should stay alive, to occasionally enjoy. So it pains me, hurts me deeply, to see Those I knew, or loved, or both… plea. For death. Actions expediate sure demise. It hurts enough, to yield tear-filled eyes. Strangers too, I might never chance to meet....
Clay face, eyeless, mouth-less, is Beaten repeatedly by loving hands. Impressionable, soft, the surface, is Transformed into the mind’s image. Muscle, sweat, salt, eyeballs, are Twitching, stinging, aching, creating. Form, taken, given, inevitable, is Somehow unintentional, startling. Nightmares, flashbacks, the past, is Embodied there. Destroyed instantaneously. Cracks, chunks, dust, anger, anxiety, are Splattered. Baseball bat’s sole purpose. Damned, cursed, mumbling, mad, man, is Plagued, fabricating reminders of, a hell....