Dissatisfaction
Antiquation
Fustigation
Dereliction
Destruction

Shift my thoughts.
Bring to close,
Our beginning’s end
And more sappy prose.
No more! No more!

It shimmers just below the surface.
Damp fish scales
And that feeling of cold bile,
Rises to the surface.
That dreaded thought
Which you knew was the truth

Gripping tight
This failure to scream and let go.
Condensed nightmares,
HA! Just add the water
Drop by drop.
Stab the knife in to cut
The top right off.
Velvet gloves prickle and tear.
While pearls of ice
Fill my heated self.
Tears? To salty for the soup,
And anger too ripe.
Love just enough to hold on
To my insane sanity.
Though it might crack
Being trapped behind
This broken glass.

I think…
Well I’m mostly sure,
that I’d like to slip…
Slide my way into your thoughts.
Orient myself –
to your way of thinking.
Just for a moment…
Or two…
Or three…
To find that little bit of clarity.

Reality?
Perish the thought!  
In fact, let’s drown it in a cup of tea.

I wonder sometimes
In the still of the night
Thoughts twirling in my mind
A dance of light and color
If you had stayed
If I had changed
If Time had slowed
Long enough for us to catch it
Would I be happy?
Would you be strong?
I wonder,
In the still of the night
With the moon gazing
Down upon open staring eyes
Eyes seeking that moment beyond,
What was left?