My soul hung upon the rack,
Naked and damp.
Give it a good shake, open my cage,
And drift bitterly into the chilly breeze.

I zip up to the horizon,
The vicious orange glow
Maniacally frying the gentle blue.
I can’t feel my toes.

Waywardly traipsing on the edges of earth;
The dripping ice marks my path.

I promenade through tired crowds,
Whizzing around beaten heads,
Playfully clipping sweaty legs.
Their heated anger tickles my nose.

A hot pink sea lay blushing below.
Glossy white pearls rain gleefully from soft clouds.
They pelt me down to the surface, which smiles back.
My hair glitters like notes on a piano.

The eager pearls tug at my burning skin,
Giggling with me towards the core.
Cough up ice cubs to mark the trail.
My soul is on fire!

The city is dead.

A meandering guide across the sea
Of slick and slimy metallic beings,
Inching into the fire.

The house is dead.

All of the fore fathers and poor mothers
Lurking slowly like festering lepers
And melt into the walls.

The sky is dead.

Denizens of the rickety prison
Flooding toward a decaying vision
That evaporates into night.

The buzz of the TV
Echoes off the drywall.
He lands on the floor like a stone.
Alone, he is left to crawl.

Skin becomes an ashtray,
A gray and ancient fossil.
Lifetimes are spent in bed.
Dead flies on the window seal.

Dreams are created
On ***** soaked mattresses.
He manages a single tear
With fear it will be his last.

Cast away from the herd,
Sheltered by the thickening trees,
His damaged soul must endure
A ***** among amputees.

Bright lover, sun bather.
Your soft glow hums, shimmers
Like a flickering fly as it plunges into the light.

Low whisper, dark corner.
Your walls, bruised by the
Aching cries that reverberate throughout
The valley, moan and groan.

Cold shiver, wide river.
Your rushing currents pull and
Tug at my body, naked and afraid,
As moon beams bounce off of my startled eyes.

Hot fever, sweet ginger.
Your smooth figure exhales and
Melts on the linoleum, and I slip and fall,
With little desire to rise.

Silent and alone, I solemnly gaze at the aged court.
The hallowed roar of a steady stream
Suffocates the atmosphere

Like decrepit statues, they silently stare

The deflated and beaten sphere in my tiny hands.
Bitter tears, from the blackened surface
Prickling my bare feet.

Swish, thump, swish, thump.

The rickety backboard half-heartedly
Gives off a rattling cry.
It's tattered net cannot take much more.

An ashen pit, with stale passion

Surrounding bushes gag
On bleak sunlight.
I dejectedly make shot after hopeless shot.

A taunting figure cackles and booms.

Two yellow lilies in a sea of black berries.
Fighting off hordes of danger and strife.
They caress to fight the cold, smile to fight the night.
The bitter thorns cannot touch their lovely patch of green.

Two autumn leaves floating dangerously over the eaves.
The jealous wind blows with all it's might.
They cling on tightly by their fingertips.
Their hearts plead for mercy.

Two tiny turtles listen as the fearsome wave curdles.
Madly sprinting for safety; flat feet sinking in the sand.
The wave hits my face, but never touches yours.
I won the race, but I lost the war.

Two yellow lilies in a sea of black berries.

In my dreams,
You look just like your mother.
Your curly locks bounce softly against the summer breeze,
And your face is flushed with hope.

In my dreams,
I see you in a sparkling white gown.
Your gentle arm around mine.
Tears flowing from our eyes.

In my dreams,
You bring meaning to a sad life.
Anger and desperation do not touch you.
Golden forever, golden for me.

In my dreams,
...you'll remain for eternity.
The countless whys and ifs
Do not do you justice.

I'm sorry-
Love, Daddy