Fickle time.
Causality is superficial
In the face of perception.

Fast when comfort reigns
Slow when suffering remains

But there’s no cause
For the emotion
No result
No result

And when loneliness suffuses
The perception of time
With no cause or result
Its superficial nature
Is revealed.

Higher dimensional inertia
Pulls
Until the universe shatters.
Spitting our matter as so much
Dust
In the beams of light
Shining through windows of
Consciousness.

Shards pass through other spaces
Surprising apes with strange
Lights
And images of little green men
With big heads and no
*****.

The truth is
That gold and memories
Are just what you have.

And they both can bring
Joy
In their having
Gold in the trading
And memory in the making.

But they’re both just things
To possess
And both are very valuable.

I prefer that which
Consumes them both
Alcohol.

Talk and talk
But that walk…
All hips and glide
Snide grin flips

Is there a season or
Warm hearts treason
Such a ****** cliché
As if your smile was for me.

I wish I could catch your eye
Or fly that moan and sigh
To the moon that I lost
…For that soul in frost…

Loneliness.

Perhaps
Nothing lasts forever

Like aged cheddar
Or hoppy ales
There’s a bitter bite
To the taste.

But so smooth
Like rich cream
Or thick yogurt
It just slides on in

It festers and grows
Like **** kombucha
Or dry aged steak
It just gets stronger…

And if I knew about
This three course meal
I’d have done so much more
To make you want to stay.

I spend a lot of time alone
Lonely
Stoney
Home
Drone
Tangents and vowels
Bowels
Scowls
How's
Thou
Crown
**** I’m losing it
****
Gnaw my self off to escape this trap