less compartmentalizing
more mental desterilization
thoughts that rattle
behind the locked doors
buried in the deepest
darkest cobweb filled
corridors in my mind

the tarnished padlocks
click open to fall heavily
to the spongey gray floor
letting loose the howls
as the damned chorus of
the past scrambles down
my fragile sense of unbeing

circling circling ever
going downdowndown into
the spiraling snarling
maw of insipid memory
lashed to the hellspike
driven through the obsolescence
of self perceived painskitters