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ideas and
delusions
fade

maples and
sassafras
appear

on my mind

this process
from words
eludes
I came home
Touched the invisible blood on the door
My thoughts
Far from the tomato sauce
Gushing through the fresh wounds
Close
To my wife
But an ocean away
From her reality

Did I survive  
By merit
Or did I steal a life
From the trenches
Dug deep
Made to last
In my memory
People dying
Limbs flying
Across that dreadful expanse
Empty
Yet filled with fear

So pungent

The hooded yellow figures
Who burned holes in our throats
The hooded black figure
Who never left alone
Unlike myself
Who lost
More than I can take
Is
Everything
Said
Through gritted teeth
I met a nice young man
Picking plastic
From a garbage can

He informed me thus:
"All American citizens are
Stupid
And degenerate"

I wished to respond in turn:
"All Americans are
Intelligent
And industrious"

But this would be equally false
I've never been much
in appearances that is
But what does it care?
We're really no different
All to dust shall we return
And while some may be of more dust
And others less
It is not the amount of dust to which one takes note
But the placement Thereof
Outside
Or in the house
Sometimes No
is unknown
and yes
is a guess
When No is yes
and Yes is No
then No is always
the best
or maybe
Yes...
The sleepless nights come
The black merchants emerge
Slithering under silky cloaks
Over roads paved in shadow
Promising roads paved in gold
to the basest of buyers
an illusionary gift
A Dream
like a pocket watch
hanging from a chain
The truly tempting apple
that hellishly red apple
I dreamt I took a bite
sugary shards still in my throat
and already
You submerge me in feeling
forcefully
clasping my ankles
your claws
ripping my flesh
dragging me down
into darkness hidden
Here my love
you pull and pull
mistaken evil
Tension in my core
compresses my heart
I wait without air
without holding my breath
for reality to make real my dreams

For come the sun
of your presence
all dewy doubt
evaporates
Lust by night
Satan's pleasure
shall alight bright love
should come the day
Cruel Instigation
of my heart
gave me less
than what i took

our eyes match
to light a spark
burning walls
in vein

my atriums Pound
the rushing sound
fills my sense
as i dash
through
cold
dark
hallways

alone,
but for
the Thought of You
i would fly

— The End —