tHE bEAST lIES dORMANT.

You stumble upon a cave.
Cool breath purges from its mouth;
Waves producing shivers—
Shadowed by curiosity?
Cremating all doubts.

And for one last time,
Reason dictates how you behave.

“Come in, oh ripe blood.”
tHE bEAST’S vOICE tRICKLES oUT.

Amalgamated teeth—hung above,
Saliva drip-drops unto the ones below.
Under your feet,
A tongue of damp-dark snow.
Although... last light lies within,
Hence who’s to claim it isn’t so?
Eyes strain—a distant glow.

tHE bEAST lICKS iTS lIPS.

Slight stumble—
If only you could sense these ***** tricks!
Again steady…

aS tHE bEAST iS tOO.

Desperately you reach for the light,
Blinded by its cathartic might,
You grab tight.
Oh!—how the cave grows darker than night,
Depreciating sight.

tHE bEAST’S hUNGER iS sOOTHED.

Relentlessly you paw for a way out,
But the beast’s mouth has long since shut;
Infinite rut—you scream and shout.

Suffocating loneliness
Drowning—deep seas of nothingness
Clenching fists
Squint through an emotional mist

Everyone will wallow
But what follows such sorrow?
A repeated pattern
As the rings circle Saturn
So too—your mind attempts to fathom

                                                                     Around and ‘round(?) them.

Trip, chase, flip, brace
Circle back
Nothing lies ahead
But dread and your tear tattered torn face

Push aside pleasures
Once valid safety measures
Empty—to be forgotten forever?
Unfortunately never

                                                                         Reach out—take a chance.

I…

Miss what once was, us two
Left stains of sadness, residue
Let words become lost, misconstrue
Feel excellently engraved, worn tattoo
Am at the end of your line, long queue
Was stupid, so Boo outgrew
Did all that I could, untrue
’m stuck—skin tugged, like glue

But all that choked through was—
I miss you

Seen—and scene

The cycle begins anew…
Ten hours and forty-two–

.                                                                                         Beyond the mirror,
                                                         ­                                      I gaze leftwards
                                                       ­                                                                 ­—
                                                               ­                                  fazed inwards.



I hope in such a
reverse reality. . .
you are too.

Fly–Floating away
Toes gripping the earth

“Not today.”—and I sway

Rush 2 grab what little I have
                                                            ­                                  Are you mad?
3 to 1
And the bottle’s gone

Fictitious lawn
Fumbling home
Stare deeply—oh dead-eyed drone

Screams turn to whispers
My mental blisters—take haste and heal
Inevitable scars?
And still I a–peel

Shoot up
                                                              ­                              Good morning.
Blinded by salty I’s
Higher eye rise

                                                           ­                            You must be mad.

Surprise!
Skies contaminated by cries
Ensuring an anticipatory demise
No way to sur–                                                             ­                     prise!

Heart drops
Incohesive thoughts

Towards regrets
Plunging until the earth is met

Shoot up—Grounded
                                                     ­                                           Not for long.
And I sway