live laugh love

linger lament loss

languish lethargy liquefy

limping longing lacking

trademark my loneliness

film a big budget blockbuster

special effects for a lack of special affection

doctor the script

the dark secrets of the lone bastion of depression

the last iceberg floating on ever warming seas of discontent

the alliterative anxiety filled anchor of anger

see bouts of desperation and daunting danger depicted in celluloid visions of what is and what will never be

find some regular scruffy not so handsome guy with big ideas and a distinct lack of follow through

penning odes to unkept dreams

raging against the machine he so desperately seeks to be a cog in

of sunsets and rainbows and kittens and love

riding through the night in hopes of better tomorrows

sleeping through the day like an anemic vampire of wayward passions

fearful of crucifixes and staring into another’s eyes

the judgement of either to much to rectify

a souless vagabond made to appear strong and charming for the bright lights and pancake make up of holy wood set piece designs

speeding down winding roads

running from

running towards

running for the sake of running

muscles deprived of oxygen

eyesight weakened from too many late nights reading words that never quite applied to his life

heroes and villians and magic and fantasies

a fleck of black on the spotless boiling orb of the sun

live laugh love

lose lie languish

linger

lacking the intestinal fortitude to admit there is something wrong

so very wrong

that the aches go deeper than muscle bruising

that the break is a shatter

that there is more to lethargy than laziness

gazing into the abyss

gazing into the mirror

seeing nothing but loss

folding it up and putting it away to be over analyzed later

gone over with a fine toothed comb

a comb used to brush a beard

coming this summer to a theatre near you

a movie no one knew they never wanted to see in a place they never wanted to go for someone they never knew existed reciting poems no one wants to hear