forever adapting, realigning, adjusting ,coming to terms with, accommodating, changing

upchuck from deep intestines
stomach wrench poetry
***** splattered ear
the smell of decay
gaseous rotting stench
pile of green bile.

virtual virus
cyber robot
where flesh melds with metal.

as long the years and long the toil
all attachments fall away, simply fail
to make you want to stay here, forever.

Hard simple truths
comfort like no other
when all other consolation
is absent.

you will simply walk into the light-
too bright for mortal eyes

to some time is the enemy
but to others time is on their side

a tantrum of idle thoughts about you throughout the haze of day
resembles itself like a wave of unrelenting devotion surpassing lanes-
parallel to memory’s road that veers far left of our fondest wish
however we drive our sanity to the nearest bar to forget our hope.
it is love spilling into sleepy spoons
with tsunami dreams of perpetual
You.

my lips are

scissors or
swords or
scythes

whatever is
needed to

cut through
all the crap

spreading
through the

electric waves

thinking for
yourself is

the lost art

this is not
what they

meant when
they taught

us to share