Entropy is not decay.
It's the platform of the
present day.
For all that disorder,
is what lead us here.
It's what we name
change when it's
change we fear.

With dusk on your eyes,
dust on your heart.
in the forever unreachable horizon,
In your shabby suit.
full of your worn body,
you let a sigh  loose.
Exhaling  invisible cartwheels of air,
as the desert stretches
out and onward.
Feels as if the sun is ready to swallow
you whole.
grey fine hears spit sweat beads,
on the run to the ground.
where the dust devils dance and die.
In a purgatory of sand.

I heard a squeaky noise
of fevered vigour.
opened to see a shocking
act of a well known figure.

For it was Mickey mouse!
******* a slice of Jarlsberg!

A dickey mouse pounding away.
The cheese isn't complaining.
So, I guess it's ok?

In this world.
Built on  foundations
of  temporary truth.
Where the root
is the limit of any route.
Growing into the stories
we are taught, from
the consensus in which we live.
We must remember,
truth can be changed.
new foundations can be built.
What is imagined can be what is.
Revolution;
is the gift we should give.

This world is a swam with
a broken neck,
rotting on the canal side.
While the junk of human
life floats in the deep-dirt
water; The cans,
wrappers and sunken
shopping trolleys.
Rancid under a sun
sweating light.
With all the eyes
that dare not look
on the physical,
nor the metaphysical;
for fear of clarity.

khopesh kisses,
she plants on your face.
Her empire of cruelty;
leaves you to rot.
Your bones to bleach,
in her desert heat.

With each cut,
you're drawn closer.
such an elegant poison,
is the power of passion.

Cleaverly cuts,
scamper on veins.
Life's blood is leaving;
to never return.
You are never you again.
she may leave;
you keep the pain.

Never label a politician as an idiot;
even if the label is true.
Chances are they still know;
better than they do.