Finite fantastic
Plastic wrapped
Slapped
In my hand
Dancing dillies
Dallying home
For the surprise
So high
For such a low
Pillow
Sleeping
The sillies
Away

It is difficult
To see things
From the perspective
Of human beings
When they seem
So far from me

A bunch of extras
For an action scene
Less than capable
Consumer fiends
Confusing me
With their
Cluelessness

All replaceable
Blood dolls
Dancing
For me
With me

It is a little hard
To see
Evenly
Behind
The shepherd
Above
The sheep
Sleepily
Eating
Your heys
For the day

It is tough to see
A knife out
When below
The spigot
In a drought
Drinking
The sorrow
Away

It is a bit of trouble
To see
When you
Have played
The persistent
Parasite
To a
Pedigree
That in fact

Agreed

To give
Pieces
Of their
Love
Away

Cannot
See
When
Face
Down
On a
Toilet
Seat

My silence
It trembles
Of a thousand
Shouts
Quieted
In restraint

My wordless gaze
A novel
Of your pain
Written with
Fountain pen
Atop the skin

My existence
A prism
Of your
Incessant
Blur
Of the light

The sound
Clean

Slowly
Showing
Blade
From sheath

Shiiinnnk

Gleaming
In a single spot
Of light

Emanating
Toward the heart
Of a thief

Who will fight

With stable
Feet

As he
Stands
His ground

ISON

There is
A certain fear
In your promise

A foreboding
That lingers
Swallowing
Hope

A hole
Filled
Of emptiness

That opens up
As your light
Nears

ISON

My life
Beneath you

Wished
From a million
Dying
Stars

A palpitating essence
Surrounds him
Fluctuating
Darkening
Pressing in

On his chest

His breath
Different than before

As he speaks his name
Into his hand
As another man
Disoriented
In the echoes

He lets go
Of that which
Can not
Be undone
But traced
In the flickering lines
Of the place
That once existed

Shining

Reflecting
In his face

He smiles
In sedation
Embracing
Whats expected

And goes blank

Awake

Again

With baited breaths
A bubbled pink mesh
Emerges from his chest
And with one blessed heave
He squeezed
Intently
Passionately
Eloquently
From the trigger
Unto pin
Penetrating primer
As gas blows back
And the bullet spins
Through the barrel
Exiting in a flash
Of perilous
*******
That missed
And he slumps back
As the casings
Clinking
Toward my feet
With a coil of smoke
Lifting in the breeze