Flowers creek
against the pressure from
The wind,
Subtle melody
Erupting in a
Brilliant burst of
Melancholy. Seldom does the
Breeze go
Noticed. These bones
Will soon begin
To rust, laid
Placidly atop the aching
Blades of grass, soothed only
By the
Chanted promises of
A bitter tongue
Safely lodged within the moist mouth of
Godless head
Of
Thick
Tangled
Hair.
Abrupt reconciliation realigns
The spine as the
Soil remains ever
Inviting.

Yellowed skin stretches & retracts dully. A subtle sigh rings true in every ear that cares to receive it. Now cue the slow guitar, now cue the rhythmic human hum. This is endless.

The words
That slipped unguided, that flew
Into you ears
Unsupervised, that leapt outward from
My teeth, flailing
Unintentionally,
Those words were
Deeply rooted
betwix the life I lead &
The one
I merely
Dream of...
Those words were
Drunken
Whispers that clung to
My lips in an
Increasingly ravenous fashion the
More I carried on.
brought on by scented winds;
Their fragrance intoxicating
Any sense of inhibition
I once
Possessed, labeling me
Inadequate
In my
Present form.

The vibration of your
Discontent sends
Endless echos of unrealistic
Expectations down my
Spine; Permeance,
Inevitable.
Sunlight dances
Gleefully, filtered
on the back of my eyelids
As my mannerisms
Speak before my
Mouth
Can attempt to take control.

Wedged between the here & now, what difference does it make? Brain waves plummet..creating an even louder silence between these frail walls. They pulse with reason, veins sickly humming. Vocabulary lessens until communication falters. Let's grunt at one another over cheap pizza & a flickering television. Let's make a life together.

Clean shaven, fingers spread like a ***** in heat. In a trance the beat never ceases, never lets on its tune, humming... Sparks flick out of a ragged Bic, cigarette fumes litter our air without contest. Hair, skin, nails, your face is on & no body is watching. Rushing, rushing, rushing..

I just want to tell you
To go
**** yourself, but the
Words tend to
Linger, listless on my
Wine-stained lips. Inner anguish seizes up upon the
Distinct odor of
Your ignorance, your
Blatant disregard.. Stretching my
Bones muscles rip
Tenderly
Against whispered pleas of
Dependance, masquerading as
Love.

Are these smiles self-satisfactory? Are these subtle
movements worth while? My lord, these
colours are being misinterpreted. Skin
twisting, eyes
singing. Several rays of light
are devouring the
paint. Crawling among the grind, I am
the forgotten, the
dust. And, of course, you are
in the clouds, you fantastic
****. I want to
be reckless, but I'm feeling so
uptight.

Inner turmoil strangles bright
Eyes, abruptly silencing quick breaths
& rapid yearnings. As the
Longing sets in, goosebumps
Ripple across fair skin. Meek lyrics entrust
soft winds; are you
Still pacing the floorboards
When no one is looking?

First the chest, than the limbs; Feel it alllllll the way to your bones & back, til you're properly consumed. Nights spent with eyes peeled open, eyeballs clinging to the darkest of shadows, fingers twitching at descending cars.

A secret message for only your eyes, which roll into the back of your skull. Cigarette entwined in sinister fingers, it's time to say goodnight.

You'll hear a pop and
a life time of
silence, this malice is unquestioningly
slow. Rapid hand gestures
blur and halt, as the shallow
drifter stumbles
on.
Soft skin
entangles, as your breath fogs my glasses.
A vivid note twangs forever
onward, though this ink quickly
dries.

Decaying from the gums, parasites wiggle between each tooth. Keep this smile on lock down girl, for these kind words are fleeting.

Silently cells wither & fold in on themselves. Blood pumps eloquently in predesignated precision. The endless echo.

Sticks & stones may
Break my bones, but your words... Your
Words are nonexistent. Images
Flutter,
Nonessential to the plot of
The present, inconsistent ramblings of
Tomorrow. Your
Teeth are bared, stained
& brittle. Saliva
Spurts & hangs in the balance between
Reality &
Whatever this is, this stagnant disbelief, this
Coincidental segment
Of emotion.

Seldom do we speak
Over the hum of white noise,
Soft melancholy.

Tea idly hovers in worn hands, growing colder as eyes softly dilate. Yes, your skin is still existent. Yes, these minutes do slip by. The finest of silk won't produce a proper dialogue, won't.. Shall we play a little longer then? Shall we just try to forget? This clock requires no maintenance, let it run until it breaks!

The essence in the message of the lessons that we learn
slips freely through our minds
as our skies erupt with dawn
& the slimmer that the waist line begins to dimmer
down, the slower that the
smile erupts beneath
that frown.

Silhouetted against a blank
Wall, lips curving
Dangerously;
Be still, my tender
Heart, your rapid palpitations will no
Longer be rewarded. In
Dreams your
Existence thrives within my own,
Five fingers wrapped
Around
Five fingers.
Slowly we were twisting, devoid of
Grace.

Once you were in full bloom.

A thousand repressed seeds,
Little
Whisps of hope sauntered effortlessly
From your lips,
released;
I was the warm summer wind, tugging each
Delightful murmur free,
Languishing in
The wealth, the weight of those promises, the scent
Of a new beginning..
How soon it became Autumn,
Your leaves tinged
With brown
Crumpling up, one
By one.

Those sweet seeds
Quickly made a home within the belly
Of a love ravenous
Fool, dissolving as
Steadfast as acid corrodes
bone.

Away, away....
You drifted purposely,
Without purpose.
Languidly, you attempted to brush away
The words, the very sentiments
That have stuck
To my ribs,
Like oatmeal.

What lives within the
Contoured ridges of your soul must be one hell
Of a mess.

Digestion slowly errods the
Stagnant life
Line, the pulse which
Absorbs
Blow upon,
Blow upon,
Blow upon.....
Open your ******* mind, focus
On that irresistable
Smile & forget
What lies beneath. Deception
Rots the feeble skeleton
Which languishes under
Heavy skin.
Carpe diem!

War rages on a television from the luxury of a home with running water & electricity. **** a man, fifty points. In the room over, a girl mourns the loss of blood from her finger while slicing potatoes.