I twirled with the
Devil to watch
You get jealous

        And

With his final
Bow I knew we
Had finally learned
To Dance

I wish I was you
So I could be with you
I wish you was me
So you'd be near me
I wish we was us
So there'd be no distance
No chasm of hurt
No scion of pain
No pang of longing
Just me in you
And you in me
I wish I was you.

Your arms might be the only
I will ever feel at home in

Your arms might be the only
I will ever be alone in

Your heart might be the only
that will ever keep me lonely

Your heart might be the only
that will ever keep me going

Your heart, your arms,
your love, your touch
you leave, I weep
I see you sleep
Peaceful and sound,
not another moment to be found
You've torn me apart
and dream as though
you don't hear the sounds
of my tears on the floor

Your arms were the only I will ever feel at home in

When my body is broiled with the crispening macabre glean of anxiety; I imagine myself to be a buoying loaf of cornbread in a torrent sea of acid.
my custard colored crust being licked away by the ravenous maw of the current, this is no terrain for a loaf of cornbread in the first place.
Ludicrous.
Perhaps if I joined the sun swept crystal island of idealism, I could be drenched in honey and bound frivolously in nectarous orchard fields.
But then, even here, I suppose a Raven may  spot me and adorned with a vulturous sneer gobble me up in my blissful state there.
So where shall my pappy crumbling loaf of an existence reside?
In the trenches of unbridled realization, lapping me up in a despair riddled prison?
Or the land of beatitude and glee unfettered from the brutalizing truths of reality...
Perhaps there's some bridging ground between these two polar opposites...
but how should I know?
I'm merely a cornbread I can't declare cognizance.

3
2
1
Fry
Fry
Laugh
Fry
Survive
Don't get eaten.
Gluttons.
It will always be us,
Home.
Glory
Merciless
Merciful.
This is our circle,
Crinkle cut & deep fried.
Waffle cut
Curly
& Seasoned.
Get the ketchup
& Drown our starch.
We are crispy.
We are family.
We are fries...
& This is our box.

Sunset rolls in like a rainbow swan descending
Sweeping darkening colors over the rolling land
She raises both wings behind her at her landing
Showing her wing's plumes, painted by an artist's hand

I have oceans of emotions
but my mind is numb
These shallow lines of confines
my words have become

I've been strong for so long
but it's made me weak
And these screams in my dreams
are the whispers I speak

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