blushed into silence from lines that spray like pixie dust upon the screen

i don’t believe in god but god believes in me and from this subtle paradoxical meandering we both cease to exist

glancing at one another through window panes and the great heavy sigh of acceptance that we are not on speaking terms though we run in the same less than savory circles

cosmic comedy and triumphant tragedy hand in hand while stumbling down the stony path

supposed juxtapostionary positions of the cross

gratefully ungrateful words of wine stained lips and passionate forget me knots tied around a lover’s throat

i am the tarnish on the silver linear notes to an album not yet recorded

while she is the ear worm hook that will not leave my empty skull

bouncing across nerve endings and leaving me in search of happier beginnings to a half read tale of catastrophic woe

insular segues from emotional response to pavlovian need for her to ring the bell

and i sit

open sores and openly soaring

my mitochondria chugging away to the sound of her

ring ring ring that damnedable bell and ensure my cascading doom

for it shall be my disentanglement from dream

sound the alarm and loose those pandering dogs from the fiery kennels of hell

detach my retinas so yours is the last face i see so my every memory is tainted with what would never be

my blood boils acidic as nightmares consume my flesh

and all i want is you

a fever that burns and a sickness that will not abate

there is no cure for this yowling blues

for this

this

inescapable you

i must cease this infernal rambling

set down my quill and silence the steady innocuous stream

take a much needed trip to traipse around the tattered edges of fraying sanity

blow out the candle and wish the poet illiterate a good night

i’ll sleep for days before writing again

if i decide to write again