forks of lightning
illuminating this heavy
darkness in blinding
arcs of pure plasma
a natural accompaniment
to the lavender which
crashes inside my skull
reaffirming the
dichotomous surreality
of absurdist dreams

i harness the storm
screaming crackling dissent
across the brooding sky
a schismatic display
in borderline dismay
painting individual pixels
various pigments of
impossible shades

we were sold an assortment
of plasticized lies
just close enough to truth
we settled happily into
a contented delusion
spackling in the imperfections
with pitted pig iron promises
of a better tomorrow always
one day in the future farther
than grasping hands can touch

she is the storm raging
over turbulent waves
while i am mindless destruction
carving deep scars in forever