Tall tales, wagging tongues
I'm headed west for the vestiges
Unabridging the hints in yesterdays messages
Soul scavenging mannequin droll
From the costume jewelry of conversation
Deep in the hard drive of stone faced agony

I am gripped by the phantom limb of a nubbed Esau
Vexed by Elijah's wrathful honeybear
Haunted by the indignance of martyrs
Quoting crickets and sowing thickets
I can't find who brokers the barters

I can feel your pain
It sounds like ice melting in my inner ear
A whisper towing the ides of March
Like the turning of a page
A dayblink gesture
A cyclone of chaotic intention
Mechanically sorted and pressed
Gone to waste behind the spoiled milk

My God this place is run by critters
Love nestles in the shade
Where all moving shadows are predatory
And a lost child dreams of wildfires
Holding the hand of an arm-sized stick
He lumbers through an unbeaten path
Vomiting greasy puddles of gasoline
Eyes shining as ferocious as panther piddle
And the bunnies scatter!

A ploy cloys coy
Boiling in your lachrymose cloister
Suspicious bubblings and clammy affection
Sentience and vengeance
Sentence and vigilance
Intense beliegerance

Frozen at the cliff of reason
I want to believe
But it's a long way down
Through crag and crumble
Where footing isn't found
And gravity gets hazy
In the yawning wink of the abyss
Below an ebbing pitch
Static black
Epochal pulsing of the rhythmic rift
I bungee into the galloping buzz
Like Achilles and his swan dive dip

I hate the wind
The wind is like the conscience
It saltates through parallax angles
And belittles you
The tiniest draft is like
Being dragged through a burlap sack
The wind pulls my lifeline
And I spin like a pinwheel

My nakedness is the dipping point
Death sheds its modesty and
Works up the courage to slip me some GHB
I pray that I sleep through to the next life

I worked for a year in that office
The they tore up my constitution
And replaced it with a plaque on the wall
Called me a hero and scheduled my euthanization