The world awoke
with half a mind
to think otherwise

Aside from every side;
every last angle of thought

To forget, whilst
under mental arrest,
all that was absorbed

As a crater,
lying in the lobes.

Seeping out sense
from a growth.

Sailing solemnly
on the gray gales
of May; he walked
the tear-touched street.



The light of the lamps
shone rays of defeat

The headlights shone
in the same way,

over the road
beaming with water.

A crossing, alone
in the same way,

a fast car drove,
speeding ever surer.



In Heaven the headlights
are the warmth of an
unbroken home.

Laying in a sun-touched river,
no longer to cry, never to shiver.

In Heaven the lamp-lights
are beacons of hope

for love we once held
on fluorescent waves
without a doubt.

1.

Upon the last perch,
before the abyss

and the bliss
of a blackened Earth.

I stand pinned into
the soil and earth of
your words

I stand surmounted
By everything

Ropes and thistles
Those bitter brambles

Stuck, wrapped
and slit, trapped
beneath my skin

To prevent me
From falling in.

Our conversations
wax and wane

like the phases
of the moon.

To this moon
we howl
all day

and our howls
are out of tune.

I am to you
What fire is

To the will
Of the wind

We wane when we wait
Beneath an overcoat of

Hopeless jokes that
***** our flatline honesty

Aimless wars waged to
Satisfy our boredom

Our inner void thickens
The tarpaulin sheet

Congealing around and
Over our honesty

Discombobulated
beyond a miles’ worth
of snapped and razor-weight
wires, my roots have yellowed
and have split into insanity

My mind is crippled
By conditioning

Corruptive chemicals diffuse
shattering senses, imbalancing,
Dancing in an inverse orbit
Around this crumbling mind
For nausea and disorientation

My mind is crippled yet again
By the **** conditioning