Woke up to the cold from a window with a fan that had been off inexplicably the whole night prior still

Chilled from a dream that ended with a sudden wind on the tip of a peninsula that knocked me off again

With the raze of children's games as car doors slam screams for help aloft from voices on my cry's wolf list

What I might give to sleep until rested battling sand men until broken or bested, unworthy of slumber that

Like what my foes get, requisitioning golems and gargoyles seems like a safe bet but ill have a mimosa

Noon sun alarms chime

No shadows on the ground

Be on guard

You never know what's coming

Marching

Flying

Crawling

Running

Storming the compound

Consecutive concurrences countermand consciousness

Rigorous rigmaroles retrofit repertoire

Imbeciles indoctrinate ignorant individuals

Meanwhile melancholy's making moves

Entities entering earth envelope empties easier

Cure for the long sick silent planet

Purge of two thirds

Rivers run red

Rise of the once meek disenfranchised masses

Apotheosis epoch of unchecked violence

A war to end all wars

Can't you hear the trumpets sounding

keeps me awake at night starring at my lance

Blinded by big brother's burnings

Bummed about all bummed out

Blithering babblences at brothers

Burying closet bone sets

Bleeding pink, Bonaparte

**** smoke medium scrying wind waves

Bark at the moon like a ****** green knave

Battle calls but no battle found

Brake the silence, breath the ground

Crumbs of sandman dust spent flake off dry eyes

Waking up to the lies a mother crys

Her child died for big brothers pride

It burns inside

The fire alive

And hungry

There's a something called nothing

It's something I've been saving

Continental drifting of my minds prophetic states

Dimensional overlaps overwhelming uncomfortable

The truth unchanging, yours keeps floating away

While I anchor mine firmly in the bay

Docks crushed by waves

New war is fun

Get the lawn chairs

Crack a cold one

Tell Tantalus thine torments tougher

Western winds welling wants within

Effulgent everyone everything entity echos

Nothing nevermore niceness nigh

Thorns threading thrones

your yokels yell yoicks

Chaos calculations keep me scaredly up at night

when I walk through the door

am I wearing couture or a hat with invisible light

is the pitch of my hum that of Sanford and sun

so the killer will wait one more night

for I fear that his ear is as nice as his rear

fit of anger unsheathing his knife

Hemorrhaging black bile feelings at lost lovers

Lone in the night with the moon as my nearest cover

Hung from the mantle a trophy for god almighty

Running from the true king and god of all

omnipresent

entropy

Decays deception, datum destruction

Procedural places put particles paramount

Ready, steady, aim and fire.

Cupids bow tossed on the pyre

Store the ashes six feet under

suspended in liniment

mixed with silver shavings salt and myrrh

on a glass pedestal in an open agate vessel