I've been simplifying extradiction
To those of comatose bamboozling
Contradiction...

Lost--
Pieces of me
I let dewindle and stay.
This invisble war
Was love-
Fall
       -ing

Into lon-li-ness.

I've been circle sawing
Idle thoughts
--Prozac tents,
Disregarding her while
Crawling caterpillars are my skin,
I begin to drift algrid monotones.

With lead volcanoes
Weighing majestic suffering

To broken keys and hanging fingers.

The wirs; whistle
Prestigace melancholy
To their voices,

Merely whispers now.
An aftermath of discord
This epoch of anarchy
I never share these
Demons with them

But your baffling now
Waiting--
Your mind is muddled
Melding the wrong words to connections
I never made.

The disarray, in time
Becomes albany.

The word for dying
Seeps in-and-out of exsistence
But these poems can never be long
Enough to express.

Feelings.

This pavement is mine
Made of sharpened glass
But I forgot my shoes today.

Pause-

Moments long-passed, my feet are broken now although your reading on. I weep help;quietly as my hands begin to bleed thoughts with you,

Strangers--

You're blank pages seeking commerce and familiarity with someone else in anonymity. We're just passing fiction in sadness missing all the

Important

Things.
Because I let fear win.

Broken glass-embers
Sizzle; silence.
And maroon agony.

I'm trapped here
Sifting through those bones-
Again-- I was
Asking angels for cigarettes
Made of reeds.


And they spoke in itchy eyes,
Aching doubts.

So I lay there in
Crimson ashes-
Waiting for the
Make believe to tell me toxins.