Pair of Sights

A wisp of hair—

The mirror image of

What once, was quite the view

Graphite wisdom

Refracted through

The lost & blackest tracks of lead

Languishing in charcoal…

                  Disenfranchised…always

Into the camera

I peer—

By the lens

I envision… you

As you were

When we could be,

As I was way back when,

Where I still resembled Vitruvian me

                  Shuttering…to the speed of spectacle

Focus lost

Pair of sights

Ever moving

Upwards and out

Shifting missions

As per

The moments

Of whelp

Never killing

Absorbing just enough

To keep you its host

& Victim to its crutch

Dependent upon

 Its will to feed

        

Snapshot

Imagery

Bent

& Distorted

Angular

Fades in Line

Broken

Memories

Painted forever… aching

In dystopian artistry

Chaos in the Inventory (A Maelstrom in the Echo)

I live in a lonely world,

Blue steel shackled cold,

If I don’t speak,

No one will ever know,

There lives a world with everything you see and do,

And there is a world a blueprint of the first,

Yet in this second world we see,

A few, alarming distinguishing tells,

To separate, to correlate,

Each world knows not of the other,

Balance however must stay centered,

Symmetrical in design,

I stand alone in a world sublime,

Where radios play the different songs,

Playing simultaneously,

Where chaos and serenity

Become the opposite sides of a coin,

Or a mirror,

I live in between,

I am equilibrium,

I keep things aligned,

Moving from place to place,

I capture, return things that must not escape

If other things occur

I see the alternate receives the opposite

Just Not Taking It All In

Been living, in a land of disinformation,

I live in a world nobody understands,

Labels pasted from snap judgments made,

The ignorant can’t keep up,

Each ripple spurred,

The repercussions from this all,

Tiny Flaws,

Leave big scars,

After all,

Even kittens have claws,

Beneath the dangling metaphor

Within the past participle

I see the market stork

And steam away, steam away

Tomorrows another day,

Another opportunity,

To gamble, to drink,

To watch the venom disseminate,

Orange profits will funnel in,

Through a teeny tiny cosmic crinkle

An hourglass of instigators,

Shadow baggers in their foil,

Trade wagers on the dial,

Masking tape above the wire,

Formulaic decompression,

Along with self-prescribed medicinal vacations

The only reprieves,

From drowning in the quagmire,

The dysfunction from depression brings