Creased felines crossing lines,
Pressing claws into dust.
Western hemisphere,
Reviving the pilgrimage.

Bubbles and logs
Satiate their under garments.
Enhancing hair follicles
Resembling shards and spurs.

At a woodsy bar,
A tabby liberated the fangs
He rented last holiday.
The bartender shook with perplexity.

Reacting simultaneously-
A minor character, Little Leon.
The dusty town called him
Leon, for he was alone.

Little Leon got taller
In a basement full
Of water. The dusty town
Was an adjustment.

The tabby and Little Leon
Faced off for recognition.
Leon wretchedly charged
The floor boards with sopping ends.

Crayon versus colored pencil;
They chose their weapons
Anxiously.  It was
Bring your son to work day.

The bent bartender
Spared his child’s eyes.
“I’m not your little boy,”
The child shrilled at him.

“I don’t want trains,
Or fake guns meant for play.
I miss my mom,
And dresses on Sunday.”

Cats on a pilgrimage,
Rarely stop from
Slurping a drink. Pity refilled
Cups, as tails twitched in trial.

The tabby and Leon
Came to a halt, seeing as
Punishment was engraved atop
The bartender’s grungy mitts.

The clowder gathered,
As the Tabby scolded the man
Behind the bar. “Remember where
you leave your beverage.”

And that was that.

Leon’s internal complexity,
Being left with only himself,
Dissipated. There are others
Who feel more alone.

Tabby picked up his crayon.
His spurs clanked
And spun, as his guided
His feline friends out the front.

Tumbleweed skidded
Outside the bar.
The bartender finally saw
That his son was not a son.

A jump rope lisping
Through loose gravel and rhymes.
Resembling orchestras and rapidly
Scratched-out novels,
Evolution of an indifferent ******.

Delicate lacework stitched
Beneath the youthful
And frail. Disintegrating
Like a bird’s nest, once
Air conditioning expires.

Scampering between markets,
Wavering while waiting
In redundant lines, as you
Carelessly caress outerwear that you
Waited in line for yesterday.

Placing yourself professionally
On seats, beside plainly colored
Briefcases. Quivering arms
Tingle, as the blood
Relinquishes.

Wordless entities fill
Empty rooms, as pressure
Builds from the exterior and in.
Tarnished sneakers sink and slip,
Amidst cunning quicksand.

Mangled and thrashed,
Fabrics that used to be
Accustom to merry-go-rounds, and dry
Eyes. Gently laced hemming,
Lacerated at the seams.

Stroll down whimpering sidewalks
That sting for vibrations, fixed
By a stranger’s oblivious feet.
Jerking outerwear closer
As no emotions pass.

Synthetic joy overcomes
You, when droning
Minds think alike.
Wriggling and skulking
To cease the crunching of time.

Slipping away from lips
Pushing syllables down devices
Listen now for repetition
Tires the sobbing minds that consume hope.

Ripping through Kleenex boxes
Craving for the transformation
Of the environment's filters
Stick out from the extroverts.

Relapsing into treasured and agonizing
Scenarios, collapsing to the ground
Buried beneath false pipes
And dripping water fountains.

Analysis of health states
That the only wellness left
Is spirituality, eroding
False beaches, pretending to be needed.

Pondering the journeys missed
How "life is so sad"
When gravity grasps you, as you clip
Your toenails, he watches strangers stare.

Indescribable malice captivates breath
From the inside, puncturing pitiful intestines
As you think about him
Thinking about anything but you.

Stomachs churning, aching mind;
Losing the goodness you held yesterday.
Blinking once, twice
Wishing you were asleep.

Motivational speeches
Become daily conversations,
As they yank at your eyelids
To keep you alert.

Debating with no one,
Not even yourself,
About the economy
Crushing worlds.

Burning your hands
For money you never see.
How did money get so famous?
Foundation of selfish dreams.

Running individuals' lives
Since the Barter System.
At least with that, you had time
To fall into REM sleep.

Corruption is all
This place comes with.
Unless you're dead.
Then all it comes with is dirt.

Tuck me in at night.
Surround me with nothing,
Until I remember
The goodness I held yesterday.

Tell me stories,
And release the eyelids
You tried so hard
To keep ajar.

Let me drift up
In pure oxygen,
That allows me to breathe
Without thinking.

Vital organs wasting away
On a life of my own,
Shattered to nothing.
Push me out of a moving car
Settle for less than road ****.

Meet my eyes, trip inside
Witness the abuse of my soul.
Shake the emotions of loss
Away, yearn to drown in clarity.

An avalanche will do!
Trampling your mind.
Paralyzing your limbs.
Movement of no kind.

After the terror is lost in the snow,
Remember the horror of
The girl, who was left alone.
Travel with her, place unknown.
Flee from society's priorities that roam.

Drool for captivating mankind,
Bury past loves in trashcans. Take
Whiffs of their boxed-up selves,
Rotting away like the ******* the road.

Realize this universe
Moves in a circle,
Everyone knows nothing.
Emptiness and ignorance suffocating
You, the girl, eyes, and trashcans.

Nothing.

Enhance discreet insanity,
Step onto the balcony.
Vent through your lungs,
Leave your skin behind.

Everyone desires
A dancing fool. Publicize
The art of embarrassment.
Ears are simply an attachment.

Branding opinions mouths,
Shooting out tension through
Distinct fingertips. Let your
Hair wave naturally.

Only one knows what you are:
Bolts, metal exterior, flashing eyes.
Give up the truth and scream
Your mind. Fall for your own kind.

Time melting on your tongue,
Cerebral cortex banging until numb.
Wasting sleep with a book.
Dodging a nightmare word by word.

Pixilized contact never to last
For on the other side
Are the destructive eyes
That tore out your insides.

Chapter after chapter
****** rises and falls.
Tragic ending exposed:
You, all alone.

Lean on cats, novels,
Maybe even dopamine.
It won't change a thing
For your birthday, all you'll get is tears.

Crutches you choose
Crack, and can't hold the weight
Of the pathetic life you live
As your personality slowly disintegrates.