we sit together
in our loneliness
penning letters to
the disenfranchised
the lost lovers
the sorrowful souls
that feel the silence
hanging between ticks
as the second hand
stutters in place

the broken howl of
a choir of decadent
angels in bondage gear
with chromium halos
leather studded wings
and flaming sex toys
brandished against
the thorns of divinity
piercing the foreskin
of crystalline clarity

transcribing agonies
a latticework of
barbed wire dreams strung
tightly around the
ventricles of creation
leaving crimson streaks
soaked through the
fibrous carpetting of
simplified civilities
as we sit together
united in loneliness
as it all falls apart