shutting down the system for maintenance, stuck in the same loop, depression, loneliness, silence, not enough, set a sail in a rickety boat with more leaks than leg room on a dry river bed of desire

distant howls signalling they come to feed again, slavering maws and jagged fangs, eyes devoid of all but hunger, the ground vibrates as their pounding gait grows ever closer

fetid breath on my neck, rancid meat and devotion, flames tickle my spine, pupils expand in response to fear, slight tremble in my limbs and the hint of joy that it will all be over soon

never got that hug, never found my pants, entwined in the twine and accidentally ate the bread crumbs so walking alone in this cold stretch of woods curious and bitterly ashamed

looking for that gingerbread house, hoping to find shelter, an illiterate trying to read the directions for happiness, misconstrue and over due, a charlatan gentleman in sheepish disguise

alliterative assumptions asking annoying assertions, avoiding any allegories and affluence, auditory audiences acrimonious and alert, abject adjectives acidic and abstained

dancing on the high beams over the underpass, out classed and over staffed for minutes of devotion, deception the secret ingredient, the gradient less than the cosine

the math is bad, the numbers do not fit the bill, over charged sexually under paid emotionally and devoid of the basic necessities, accessories meant to titalate, retaliate and revile

branded like cattle, carnal and aloof, driven by urges that cannot be denied, a mind that cannot be relied, a hope that is only a lie, a truth wrapped in bacon and served on a bed of kale

dragged through the muck and left to dry in a pool of stagnant water, blowfly larva and tadpoles taking refuge in the body of christ while tourists snap photos for instagram

it is a travesty of justice, a distortion of fact, the simple act of degrading and invading until borders seem irrelevant and honesty an urban myth used to frighten virgin whores

my writings are more popular in foreign lands than in the heart of the one they are written for, the intended target dodging flowery words like bullets shot from a 45 caliber aorta

removed my heart still beating and placed it in a glass box and deposited it in the mariana trench, less pressure there than in this vortex of ignoble stabbing pangs and lines of age

triumph and tragedy, the same just a millimeter apart, one is constant the other a dream, both in orbit, racing around the sun that never seems to shine, just burns and flays

poignant and precise, pricking the open wound, surprised at the tenderness, offended by the tears, raving from a cage of promises as yet unfulfilled and solemnly sublime

trampled by the stampede of overarching radial thoughts, berated degraded, jaded and besotted by the dangling carrot that is her smile, her damaged yet lovely beating heart

cradled in brackish waters, salty like the last man, ignored like the next man, never invested like the current man, detested by the best man and irradiated by the worst plan

if this makes sense to anyone but me hop on and let’s go to the lake and drown our sorrows, rent a bike and go to the mountains and throw the crippled after thoughts into the abyss

fill the canyons with our bitter thoughts, canoe the rivers of vacant adoration, throw our remains onto the trash heap of a thousand spent bullet casings marked with an x

bury our past in the molten core, rebuild and repent on a bed of nails, make love as they pierce our organs, no longer fit to play in churches, not quite ready for prime time

motion sick from the tsunami of hopeless aggravation, reiterate the regurgitate, swallowing our own stale urine in hopes of ocular recompense, of false accusations and saline stars

faking the moves on live television, the awkward movements and jittering twitches of nerve damage and aloe vera applied directly to the burn, soothing and senseless, cranial blots

to you i bid adieu, addio, adios, bon voyage and safe travels, sleep and wake, wake and bake, controlled intake, honestly fake, give and take, do this for the children’s sake

good night, sleep tight, don’t let the emotions fight, do what is right, invasive blight, bed bugs bite, feeble might, avoid the light, act contrite, and enjoy the sight of wingless flight

fade to black as a chorus of crackling voices anoint the night with warbling impediment laden cries