on occasion
if you listen real
closely
the universe
in its infinite
absurdity can
accidentally
cast a path in
the chaotic dissidence
of blown out tires
and broken hearts

this morning
i listened and went
right back to bed

spent too much of
this temporary whatever
chasing after my stupid
fucking heart instead of
listening to the waves
in distorted truths
humming through
these fits of madness

the wrong rusted key
in a world of combination locks
a goddamned poet
in a world where poetry
is for greeting cards
mass produced emptiness
haphazardly stacked
metaphorical nonsense
where the only thing
left hidden is the lack
of substance in prose

screaming around a
throat filled with razors
letting the bloodspray
in indecent idiocies
to stain forever in
shades of bipolar rage

the square peg ignoring
the disdain from all
the round pegs living
their best lies incapable
of seeing the disconnect
in this over saturated filth
where we chase the dreams
inherited in scars from
fighting the tempest
in the black heart of
falling apart incrementally