the evening
settled over my mania
a weighted belt
making thought
into a full body workout

i dont see
the next scene
in the latest story
so the ending remains
tantalizingly aloof
just past this
nebulous bridge

nothing satisfies
the loneliness
an aspect of the night
another uptight blight
a heavy bass plods
with my crystalline pulse
creating a symphony
in disharmonious squelches
incongruent with
the lavender flashes

a wasted evening
where settling for
clutching the
fucking surrogate pillow
will have to fill
the void blowing haughtily
through my windchime soul