My face fell for these scenes perpetually  persuaded by silence

No room for articulation inside these pin drop prisms

The graces pool for a better freak show

Their only crime was observing

So we strain for serendipity misconstrued

Surely this banter is beautiful and destined for comfort

Surely we know the why inside this want

Never admitting these conditions only cover my human in a filmy flattering

So often I trip over shocked expressions

Painted with numbed creatures

Patchwork anatomy with free fall tendencies

As if disappointment was concrete recently spilled

limbs in stagnant stances

I no longer linger here

The noise was nonsense with a hysterical hindsight

Thumbs out for stranger company

The family units blur inside tin and fume

Exhaust pipe cough and these hands clench cold

Tube stuck finger muck cancelled glances

Beg for a reason in a harsh dawn display

Blue pipes run black and they forget forgetting

Move on small mishap
This mind remains unhinged

Stay still time specked sky
You may inspire a rooftop excursion

Beam me a better vacation I was never meant for everything

Sand paper benches and tile shine syndrome

Vanity is irrelevant here

I fear broken recollections and punctures so I perch with grassy knolls

Its consistency is that of Easter baskets

Surely this is man made ground

I tell this to my shadow and it sighs with excuses

Maybe you were never real and this pulse was inspired by limbo

Maybe I'm not really here

These masks slipped from my shelf and the sounds don't make sense

Somewhere behind me

There may still be monsters accidentally existing

I have no time for their ghosts or membrane mutiny

Somewhere a childish criminal collects clarity blissfully sidetracked

Simple secrets now subjected to an expiration date

A jar cluttered with light may illuminate its conclusion

Hums fall with clicks inside glass contaminates

Class refrained curiosity made these spaces empty

Peripheral pimps take my scenes for nonsensical renditions

Ticks in the skull while empathy ponders panic

A familiar echo for the susceptible
A time bomb mistaken for clockwork

Helium hideaways complicate an otherwise profound articulation

They fall separately

While defunct damsels capture blue bliss on virtual timelines

It's not real
Light speed fleeting

Grasp the grips for your short sighted ******

Do these chalklines suggest hesitation?

What flaw shall we consider fixation?

Brickwork bygones crumble into memory and highway streams

Falling on fiends lost inside a smokescreen sanctuary

Eyes indefinitely indulging

Porcelain prisms with mindful monsters

Timeline logic lays low for the sake of saner discovery

Downward dazes find hands like phases

No correct callous in sight

the ebb and flow
the back and forth
the wind carrying sand and salt water breath.
the current takes us in it's rhythmic side to side sway,
almost matching us to the waves completely.
the beauty of a paradise
juxtaposed with the nearing reality of less.
the stillness of life like distant ships,
carried away by time and tide.
fleeting, but no less beautiful because of it.

You mimic a monstrosity
Your disposition runs like ink

These ticks become habitual
These prisons become virtual
These masks become complete

Images designated for dissection

New found suits for dissenting

Legends in lethargy and memory high hysterics

Neatly astute for the sake of navigation

They mingle like limbo inside brickwork bunkers

The embodiment of human discernment

Madness makes moves

I see the eyes reassemble for nonsense

You steal my time for a story we have already forgotten

I brace because my jaws are acutely inclined for folly

I try to resemble accommodation but fall short like the gods intended

I hear their laughter

but its my own obscure orchestration

Yours are not mine but I shatter with the rest

My favorite parasite
My favorite sanctuary

I love you all inside this room soaked sickly

Indifferent and discarded

Now and again we find the time for creation

Spring loaded sky stuck symptoms

Trampoline tactics for these less buoyant patrons

We figure the fabrications come complete

Declare another dysfunction
Society breaks the hesitant

Hold the moments hostage like so much decoration

Happier times splattered while a perfect storm swells

Satirical strings attached for an elusive heaven

I now know the we that became you

Validation dispersed

Swallow that swindle

High hopes snap like sanity
Worn weary by despondency
A vacant mind for its echo

Soul struck youth casually snuffed

A contrived grace for their fall

Someday a silk spun silo will burst

Blame will be shameless

Disconnection will be blameless

New walls for construction

The horizon now seems consolidated

The fear now seems human

A fine tuned fiction will cost you more than a hasty truth

A chemical persuasion will only emphasize your confusion

A beautiful need for propulsion
A habitual need for revulsion

Magnify these misconceptions for the sake of my best

Demand the abstract have gumption
Steady flows and reason
Hysterically hollow and naked

I never thought you could hold these truths like so much armageddon

I never knew anyone who could find peace before pause

A sandbox sanctum for these lesser monsters

A concrete heaven for these suited saints

We mingle somewhere in between

Striving for a prize rooted in merely existing

I'm not nearly paranoid enough to ponder a theory

Where master heads perpetually pull strings

However

I am cynical enough to consider these mishaps human nature

An organic trajectory towards the ridiculous

Not born out of contrived chaos

More so the combined effort of makeshift moments

Constructed from an ever elusive fear deep in the DNA

brought into frame by this frenzied free will

How does one accommodate a mad world?

What is the appropriate reaction...

when they say YOU are this madness personified?

How do you traverse faces naturally inclined for objection?

Who said we should come here?

Who dare say we shall go?