In lieu of you,
I take an image of
my minds eyes vision.
A perfection
of such delusion,
In lieu of you.

Wax hammers melting under a suspicious sun,
bubbling on the soft tarmac road unspun.
Sarcastic grass struts in impotent arrogance,
at the rustling of a billion pointless paper bags.
As sparkling sin, trusts a single pointless poem.

A round of a-pause on automatic notions of thoughts magic potions,
jury agrees, Faith succeeds; we'll all stop unanimously.
Thinking that clocks will melt and we will not,
Speak on not to save our manners for
other matters.
But the clocks do melt,
along with us.

Though she's softly gone.
There's no watery eyes,
Despairing sighs;
From me.
Just the remembrance
of her touch
and her words.

With affection.
slight melancholy.
That come
with times gift of clarity.

I cannot curse the time spent,
the talk and chatter.
of sense and nonsense,
about what does
and does not matter.

How could I ever see
her in any other light,
when she's the one who
gave these words
to me?

I'm sure you'll trust me,
if what I say is
pleasing to your ear.
When I take grain of truth
with a dash of fear.
with words,that to some,
look like reality.
But they're really just
a cheap facsimile.

It's clear to see, you've
taken a vow of insincerity.
But every lie casts a shadow
that silhouettes reality.

We will pay to ****,
but not to save.
We will give the bill,
to who we ****.
and let them
dig their
own grave.

What is the use of a human being?
A human doing.
That loves the thrill of the purchase.
To consume and reproduce.
With total belief and dependence
on the system that keeps
us mind-locked.
When we all can be, and do,
so much more.
But for now the future
lays behind a self-locked door.