ceiling stares,
too many stairs.
basin call ,
shower halls.
Eyes wide awake, stumbling trying to find my feet.
concrete composure, brick beckoning.
south is forward north is back, out is now.

Sleeping in disgrace,
Stellar's dancing grace.
Stars and moons are home.
Freezing, biting, lone.
Icy candle warmth.
Cold is warm as home.
home is warm as cold.

All I hear shouting.
Mind is a zoo.
Eyes darting, closures.
Glass, open view.
Clapping and staring,
Rope, hand, and wood.
Flashes of cameras,
neck, noose and jump.

Cigarettes and chewing gum,
pheromones and alcohol, decisions left unreversed.
Bike shed museum masterpiece.
Bus shelter, fascinating splay of life and scheduled delivery.

Crystal crayons blister, paper and displays.
harnessed colour is shade for next days plain.
Paper cuts and blisters, felt tip sprays
graphite scrape and chalk screech, soundless piece
Blankest page, dead mans canvas.
colour, scribble, go on and paint.

Seems silly to me.
Truth is a sycophantic nightmare.
The most Craven hearts stumble over the boldest moves.
Everyones OK
Nobody's crippled by despair.
Everyone swims in the same shallow puddle.
Of desperation
And then I ask you how you are.
And you regurgitate the same putrid line.
I'm alright.
Seems silly to me.

The wax congeals pointlessly.
Purpose burned in flame.
Scent ecstatic.
The Man is pleased through waste
Plasticy. Poison.
Cheesy grins all round.