Compose yourself carefully

your reconstruction may replace a proper requiem

A clock reaches ******

notice the tenacity and accommodate its ticking

The reflection renders exhaustion

so much energy for a worlds acceptance

one pliable pause may replace this madness

anticipate something more than just existing

I've seen the faces after free will falters

how the sighs replace the seasons

hollow expression like a dime store display

Inside the minds

A parasite proves rational

This hysterical need for the perpetual head nod

Knowing a shake may shatter the shallow shambles you call solidarity

Social stanzas make my life easier

Patchwork strife splits through the eardrum

Kaleidoscope assembly lines and the abstract remains king

So many sad faces and I'm sick like a benadryl boomtown

Painted expressions for complicating

Minds blur from vitamin deficiency

A resigned sun never was needed

Your abrasive salvation never was found

The necessary means for excess lie in these majestic masquerades

Your high hopes with your sour patch picnics

The mercy monk offers wrinkled hands for currency exchange

Fungus for a stomachs churning

Lake shores drive home a new colorless grain

Window shopping a new distraction

The last one bailed when the world knocked on my door

Bulletproof glass for your failed unrest

A muted television makes more sense than one properly articulated

The mouths move like sanity

Drip Drop and the bulb burst

Shards of common clutter

The glow of sublime distraction becomes obligatory

I know she does not dream of me
nor should she;   there are so
many beautiful things other
than whiskey *****.

A boxcar towards Detroit

A cheap ticket and no work week

Train ride rhythm and we stack for nothing

A few hours until conclusion

So I might as well tinker with time

Pick apart these scenes so consumed and complicate nothing

Hear goes one more run for the cynical articulation

Some faces surround for common ground

Some minds scattered by seclusion

Some contraptions consolidate the wonders

Another nod for the distraction tube

No need for introspection
No need for eyes made astute

Cheeto dust and pocket lint for your friendship fund

Cracks complicate a ceilings resilience

Buckets like ****** Toons
Deafening roar of water on tin
A window frantically frosted

Makes blooms blink and breath contract

Casually heads cluster

Laugh inside the sick and gleam a new gold watch

Knock and smile for another soul suspended

Salted avenues crunch like brown bag bottles

Some homeless frozen into earth

Some malignant machinery shrouds the crossings

Air like an avalanche
Face feels like nothing

Solidified fragments for the descent

Ponder another pixel and they fall around this body

Water sticks like concrete poured

Heater heaven for a half price function

I've never felt so low than when the high is momentary

I've never known a God that needed so much reassurance

The sun shines but the cold is never controlled

I wish for Palm tree torture

So why do I head North?

Time is a ******

A habit made ancient and unwavering

The proof is merely a paused perception away

Short circuits cultivated while womb wrapped

Fine tuned at birth by a world's hysterical rotation

Make for minds with a high functioning fragility

We succumb like rust under a chemical horizon

Beautiful shells

Completely absent of inward potency

No comfort came calling

only these cluttered confines now saturated with silence

No acknowledgement that you are real

only discarded contraptions piled haphazardly

They reach into the sky

As if searching for a reason splattered in the cosmos

No remedy found upon arrival

Only an indifferent observer demanding our place in it's kingdom

With merely superficial succulents as frame of reference

We have no clear answers for articulating

The nature of the mind is wandering and wondering

Occasionally moments come and solidify the trajectories

Minor distraction with the concrete life clusters

We remain stagnant in these swells
Momentarily modest and content

but soon another trajectory comes

Tenacious and full of sublime intention

Another cluster consumes

We spin dizzy and smile like slap stick

We stumble into artificial antics
If one stops we may crumble

Another episode expelled

We leave these remnants for discovery

Never giving thought for a soul communicating compromise

Time goes and the conclusions are never as good as it's momentum

With a bandits tenacity we scream for more

Knowledge lost and won in life's absurd rotation

We attempt at a world concise and absent of complicating

With skies like a sandbox
Blue rims and tan spread

With a garden fully weaved

No **** or wandered root found

You may sigh for these scenes now abstract and animalistic

Perception is key when the colors blend and tree's retreat into seed

A sun rises still

Expressing it's discomfort with a rain storm spewing sanctuary

Please wash away these notions of godly intervention

Please stop this mind that refuses to move past the green light