Feeling like syrup,
Stretched over so many feet,
Little holes present,
Stays together,
Holy Feat.

Lacking the security of a plait,
with violation of pecans,
Pastry slammed flat
By a siren call beacon.

Useless and stale,
Sickly and game,
Fermented and Pale,
Repugant the same,
A shelf life to fail.

Don't you miss the days when we were all skinny,
before we got fat and then we got needy,
When we breathed in chill and rotated in relax,
we lounged on our coffers to wait it and pass.

Found a new career
Monetary delight
Bringing up the fear
Each and every night

Got home at Breakfast time
But still haven't had some tea
Skip it for a long haul climb
To collapse for addictive sleep

Woke up early in the evening
Eyes shades of purple, brown and grey
This sense of helpless is weaving
From horrid night into day

Peppy talk in florescent
White wiping out the time
Trying to hear the lesson
Helpless on the spine.

I had dream
Not dull as it seems
Where a woman had fallen
Amongst the dying leaves

As she sat across from me
She held across the seat
Her hand
Bruised, broken and heartbreakingly petite.
So I gently lift her hand
Lay it in my own
Then massage it all away
The burning and the cold.

She turned to me and said
As the bell rang once again
"You have healed my hand,
But what about my heart ?"

Then my wakefulness regained
I had to lay and wait
For the meaning to remain.

I don't find a need for
Love anymore.
The intricacies and conundrums
Are quite a bore.
The long train of thought
Feelings I am taught
I can't find a use for
Love anymore.

Fishy Fin

Alone beside crimson
Destiny exclusively found
Gore has income
Jealous king lounged
Marred nightly often
Putrid, quite rotten
Saved timely use
Voracious with xenia
Yearning Zeus.

Feels like lately
My life's going to hell in a hand basket
Inferno blazing out of control
I've tried but I can't fight it.
Steadily dying
I'm so sick of trying
Pour butane on my life
Then light it.

I see your colours
bending in the breeze
Laying underneath
It's with surprising eas
That we quasi breed

Working on my timing
'Cause my flaws tell you
Of a life I thought I forgot
It seems like your residing
Don't make me something I'm not
Don't make me another one lost
Light the wood match
Then drop it.

I see your colours
bending in the breeze
Laying here with me
Reaking treachery
You're never gonna see.

I'm guessing at hearsay
Clutching at myth
Believing all lies
As the truth becomes a wisp.
Begging for the truth
While spending all my youth.
Watch me burn away
Forget it.