Time flies little girl,
but now away to bed.
Look at the sky and all the lights,
it all lies ahead.

Time flies! Little Girl
but now away to bed
see how it moves and shifts and tunes—
you better hurry up.

Life flies,
Little Girl no more.
The stars, they shine. But
your shine is looking dull.

The sympathizer is the barrel of a gun
and it goes off.
Amongst bloated company
And hues of laughter
Amongst amiable stares and
fraudulent applause.
It beams socially the very instant
before mayhem falls
and in packs of  cordial mirth,
it grows in courage,
menacing enough to stare directly at a dead man.

Girl,
in my head
pretend cranes hover
over our heads
ready to take us
to the sky.

I never thought you were flawless
*I thought you were perfect

I think we are freezing
in castles made of ice.

In a stalemate of frigid disconnect
from the obscure glance of one person into space .
For connection, to anything but in heat,
is null.

We both reside in doomed cubes
of store bought freeze packs. Until, a single rub
sanctions my day to the friction of your eyes
and our feet against the ground
fracture the isothermal lines, our connect and our
divide

Constant contortion in puddles of time,
the havoc of equalized warmth
wreaks the kingdom of loneliness.
And isotherms becomes the ultimate
agents of demise.

He fiddled with the flick of the newspapers

as one flicks with the fiddles of monotony

Back and forth, back and forth

Like a fake apology.

The thing he does with the newspaper,

Rolls the rampant fabric of reality,

To put betwixt to anythings.

Limping table, limping stove, and

limping heart.

Too mild.
Days drop like rain
fast, fast, swirling!
but never a hurricane.

Doomed eyes that see ecstacy
and feel pain;
like looking for eternity
on batteries.