time scratches past infuriatingly
catching upon every tangle along the way
stretching tortured moments taut
excruciating
tearing when its all too much to take

the more you crave the pinnacle
the easier it is to forget
that the lower you start
the less height you can expect
that you have to be dried out
to even start getting wet
you have to be drowning in it
to be caught in their net

youve become vindictive
in your hatred
remember the victor
is always tainted
by the victory

i hope with no hope
that this end isnt mine
that im at a beginning
a reset in time
but when faced with reality
when i open my eyes
every day has been a loss to me
wasted life

remember remember the 14th of november
petrol and death and destruction
all other terror
for now and forever
shall pale before my final eruption

im
physically
mentally
socially
economically
ideologically
basica­lly
bereft

still talking to myself
on the tin can telephone
if i shouted any louder
my tongue would be a semaphore
im getting nowhere faster
than a paraplegic tortuga
tortuously touring
a mini minotaur in its mystic maze
running marathons before the bulls
hit all the china plates
youve placed in every possible avenue
of escape