Your posited deteriorating vision
Presents before my feet.
Obstructed walls in which I emerge
Splashes the taste of family.

The end of Christmas dinner
With the conventional oscillating tribe
Leaks through the passage of time.

its the past trapped in memory
Sunken within the senses.

Fumes of nostalgia beckon a creep response
Until the disruption
Outside of my wake
Displays the colorful world.
Where will I go?
When will I know?
A life told by the touch
Just brings me to my walls of vision. A family dies. Conceived once again. Death trapped in visitation of the past, once more transcribed by the friendly, familiar eye.

A hand jerks
Toward the motion of a life painted.

Time through time
Spurts out
A self-portrait.
A dispersed diary.

Inside out I turn with a small examining eye.
Now my bones endure the slow collapse
As the sun beholds above my brows.

A revelatory sign
Undresses the disguised society.

This road marks my
Steps from the future
And here I am
Left behind
Just one more left
A dismal sign.

Delicate
Poise
Statuesque
I hint at my life lived inside memory

and you,
like the curtains briskly moon.
gone.
over the hills.

dispersed through
the coughing death of time,
now lusted
by thoughts who have hands
inside this mind.

The sewer of my mouth
Pours a
distasteful evocation.

here we sit,
painted by the autumn glow of the sun.
Just on the edge
Towards spinning iridescent
Thoughts.

This presents soft soothing moisture... emotions congregate
Above the taste of vernacular.
And I sit,
Watching the lingering face of death
The times I see are ready to excavate into that strawberry sweet remedy
By the face
Of her seductive charm.

The death of Monday
calls for a uniformed
tracking
arrival.

latched to the sound
Of boots
Climbing from the station
We see unconscious hints
Equipped with the fragrance of a summer breeze
Sprout to the surface
Of a familiar face.

Here the white picket fences
sing in harmony
as the movie screens project
upon the lively breath of the sense. Life.

A natural shaped figure
Blows with a curtain's grace,
And we stand.
Enamored

A store house of tears
Ransacked, pillaged
Stands over our cloud of light, of play.

Broken in,
***** by the morning light,
Thrown to the sea of heat,
We see a new dawn.
Attend
We attend.

Leave the shackles
Of a nightly weep.
Leave the products
Of your heart's decay.
This too shall pass.

The content of outlined potentialities
Hinted within your memories
Dim
Outcry
Gross intent, now leaves.
A blank slate presents.
A clearvoid arisen.
Emerge with the light
Disappear to white.