there is a
convergence
a venn diagram
of insular
insanities
an unsanitary
incidence where
waking nightmares
exist codependently
with the rusted
shackles of hope

i drunkenly
pilot this derelict
dreamhusk into
the heart of
malignant maelstroms
a mishmash multitude
in mindnumbing pains
exacerbated enigmas
eeking out eerily
aggressive passions
in passive agressions
murmuring passages
with biblical
indentations
intent to repent
the sinful sadism
in pursuit of dream

she haunts me
in taunting laments
a demonic force
reminding all
a lack of substance
and ethereality
are two sides of
the same broken heart
lingering lockjaw
leaving lovelorn
litanies like litter
to desecrate the day
a reminder of how
some of us can never
be enough to take
the edge off existence