I have sensed for some time now turbulence spitting
at the edges and scenery
cooking up trouble
in the midst
colorless shadows
weaving semantics
mocking cursing
i tumble, turn sensing and swaying
Stare into the void and pretend that your mind is not drifting slowly silently away to the edges
Starting from the line marked X
Take two steps back
dwelling crazy
figuring for the sound of linen
the songs envelop
strains to be heard and voices to crack
dwell in the sun as you see me
when the window of opportunity awakes
I recant
I died
Inside I saw
While leaning forward
Tipped chair
I broke
down I went
insanity says things clearer
thin legs wobble
thing, monster(s), whale
boarded, thieved carpets
weaving out of boundaries
kept for me to live
inside my padded cell
a phone calls
inside my head
hurts instead
I breathe out the pain
eventually reaches a set level
adjustments made
calibrations set
a new norm to live by
a new sanity to call my own
While searching through the galaxy
A chance star lit
The night sky illumined
Picturesque, poignant
Yet glaring all the same
By star twinkle
hul�la�ba�loo
Crash tested and secured
Fashion fit tend to regain their new height
The length determines opposition/purchase
The market plummetsMy eye descends to the floor
My doll whimpers and echoes my own feelings cast
As Bones.
Reverberations
Too much is left to chance
For me to think of these awful deliberations again
Outside in clear space
Can't they see the room
My body urges:
Take the question!
Who are we to them?
(I apologize for blatancy)
But i must ram this through your head.
(I again apologize for violence)
My masculine network
Calls again and again for metaphors which break apart and
Refuse to unite.�
Hidden
Silent by the light
Creature of fleshtones
A mockery of abnegation
Sensing darkness by taste
Feeling along the edges of a dream
Entering the woodwork at odd angles
So as to accentuate
The mockery of pretentious assumptions
Wood grain marbles
In cortextual spirals
The speed of a line of grain is present in my head only when
thinking of not
The supercilious smiles on the faces of the abandoned doll
Echoes my miserable state.
If only to let me catch a better glimpse of the silence
Of poverty
And forgotten woe
The world's tangled train of emotions
Lands at my feet
I pretend to be unconscious
And wish it away.
The hip smell
Of smoldering plastic
How my stomach races
My blood churns
the thought of new innovations
new space renewed once more
Wondrous bazaar
Good fortune for me
A new Porsche Winnebago made just to be
Frowns in windows chased away with insight
Each new thought transcends the last
The next is sometimes slow to come
The skip in my beat makes me stronger
Impulsive fiction steers the course
My new diet wanes
My new addiction cures
Cigarette burn
Sears flesh
New moments the price for sado-masochism
There is no king
Distribution to the extreme
Re-routed to the one account.
Good fortune for all and none
My miserable existence
a template for all life
My old hyper terminal, a platform
For my new editional credence.
Imagine punctuation
Erase cause
Enable motion
Never stand still
When I stop I die
When I leave I'm dead.
