What's fair the empty playground I'm found deserted again
no bucket or plastic shovel to build my imaginary castle by the sea
just to watch it crumble into the winter abyss that haunts me,
my everything is hidden there,
all my darkest dreams,
how fleeting they seem to me now in this moment between a yawn and a blink.
Now to count the seconds down, like hourglass grains before they're blasted into infinitum,
ad nauseum,
the shortest route to my disgusted laughter brought by iron works and silent chatter, lifted lights to gild the gladdener
Once again I've found myself saying
once again,
how long until I get to stop counting these seconds till my end.
Another chance, a silly whim, a wresting of my hope from within for others, see the colors, just to dash it upon the cemetary.
My homestead weeps, the wry touched curls of fois de gras coil
up the supports licking flames and feathers, whips and tethers, carry me through this fever dream, sniffling, sailing.
I cannot, I could, I can, I won't, I wouldn't, I should, be who would I be then?
The thought's of thoughts thinking of theories thunk to breathe that opalescent shimmer off obsidian winter bunkers built to break all meaning peaking from beneath the umbra.
Why is it so hard to just be at peace?
I guess nothing worth doing is ever easy.

Living to recouperate
al the things I thought I hate
The lies I find are trapped again
This ******* lovely web I spin
round and round and round my friends
remind me why I live to rend
their thoughts into my playground I
cannot wear their feeble hide
Trying to besot the minds
of lesser entities decide
my loneliness and blend my wry
grin I'll only break
your heart.

Beyond the tree's that rise up from the ashes of starlight
unkempt winds bristle through the leaves
Unabashed laughter, and softly cooing feather down
under the time where sunlight is drowned
Beneath the canopy that glisten with droplets rising
verklempt, in the wants we want not, and
the stones that weigh down the roots of our dysania
Priorities will take away this realm in the name of the sun
Serendipity allows the path to be found once again

Wrench the sockets, from their bones
the metal shrieks, and tears with sinew
This stark heart harkens back to the coal pit
and fire and ice and blood and chain
A Solivagant makes his trek again through
the pitiless expanse the horizon provides
Exuberant in folly, exuberant in wisdom
Biting the hands that taste like batter
added flavors that make the mixer madder
As if madness was the secret ingredient
Refire.

Have you heard, heard of the clickings?
The clickings that clatter together to cause mischievious misconduct
Yes, though, how did you know what I was going to say?
Hahahaha, Just privy insight second guessing the other half of your insticts.
wrap me up in a paper bag, and
forget me behind the back wheel
Let those carrion carry my weight on
fir a spell.
Less high than I'm now

Varnish on the black top crescent ocean
reflections of the youth I'd never known
crying helplessly like I've only ever hoped to
crying helpless on the kitchen floor
Get out
I fight to hold onto stable ground
Get out
now a piece of driftwood
Get out
A solemn plea for the safety of kinfolk
Get out
I tell my acknowledgement of injustice
What now
Holding on against the black waves of indifference
The next shore
Reeling from the reactions wrought
how long
My breath is held in anticipation
Until you land
in a realm where darkness destroys
everything except that
which eye's
tread

White dress upon the maxim blackness
veil lifted to designate the
eyes
now I sleep amongst the screams of never-were
see the laughing tendrils slitheen in horticulture
eyes
legs, laughs, dining umbra lasting forgotten
a numbing agent
testimonies sanctified in antiquety
and other such fancy words
must be clockwork orange
singings of the ultraviolent
tuesday two days past the last day for the full
moon