A Fraudulent Decay

Inspirations

For an otherwise

Uninspired world.

Stagnation mates with ennui,

Trigger offends frame.

Desperation reeks of fear

Grinning in contempt

Decay

We all do

Some late, some soon,

Some in peace,

And then there are the others,

Those that will eventually find themselves

Prematurely exhumed

Or dispatched as they’ve lived,

A fraudulent canvass is a canvass nonetheless

Facsimiles of Fortuitousness

Supine aciculate,

Shedding predilections over sentient epicenters,

Strychnine serenade,

Ushering in a dawn of density before a decentralized acropolis

Relegating potentate,

Lauding the sanctimonious hymns of byzantine tomorrows

Morose and incontinent,

The Aeronaut bleeds septets of inquisition from deep within

  

Conjugations repositioned,

Transmigrating into delicate Hyperboles of distraction

A Toreador amidst an otherwise hyped-up insubordinate,

Emancipates every proclamation of thoroughfare ever spun

Seeking the Longview…

     In the center of a sandstorm,

              Is never easier done than said

A Spectre's touch

You aren’t like me

never have, not at all

It’s also true that you’ll never be

and that’s a truth I’ll happily call

The devil in a junkyard

His henchmen out at play

creepers lurking in the scars

scaring the lightning bugs away

Bone justice’s betrothed to us

Here now we’ve been wed; forever joined in vows just bled

Never strayed can we be, forever is not but a rhyming melody

What began as lust, now owns my unrequited trust

I don’t care about those painful words that they speak

I ignore the lies; I damn their pain

You’re the only one I’ll ever need; you’re all I’ve ever sought to seek

And if the truth aches deep in you, we’ll damn it all and start anew

you might strike fear within some,

seeing the ghost that you’ve become,

but I’ll never flee, I’ll never run

…and yes, it is true

You aren’t like me; you’ve never been and never will

For I’m dead to life, or so they say,

And you’re alive, living life through all I believe

A spirit resting peacefully still

Hidden from a world

Whose truth

Only you can truly see

Invisible Days

The extracts,
In combination,
Distort rEaLiTiEs

Time slips coma
Weaving dream
Merger
Focus shift
to blurring
Searing sockets
Eyes red from strain

the cause is unknown

Portent patter
Filament's coal
Side-arm empty
Broken cypher
Keyless

Staring into what
distinction

Clouds pasture
uninhibited fringe of
tapestry
devouring the seconds
Revealing
nothing

You awake
In the middle of the day, (feels like night)

You awake
Still exhausted, (despite all the hours)

You awake
Not knowing
Where you are
What you're doing
When
How

Invisible
The days
Grow

Barely a form
as lines fade

Then you are
The one you were
for how long
Who knows.

But the pain reminds you
of all the hours lapsed
Just waiting for sleepers
to fall

Bottle Rocket

Bottle Rocket

Siphons property

From your intellect,

Is the web, these

Rabid vixens weave,

Dislocate yourself from

From any framework

Foul in construction,

Run, very far from buildings

Such as these

Invest in sensors,

To alarm you when they change

From lover to savage

From confidant to faux friend,

Distrust any, who only states

An aim to please,

Arm yourself at dawn this day,

If not with Gun and Blade,

Bring the bottle rocket and smoke grenades

This is not the cinema,

You can’t simply close your eyes,

And wish the scary parts away