When dissecting obscurity

you must possess a mind designed for mutiny

When habits gather for scrutiny

blinks are the only reprieve

When reality is no longer graced with a reasonable view

A soul may stumble into coma mechanics

Nausea comes
never mind the robotics
Outdated and primitive
something out of an old horror show
Black and white
with pale mustache movements

Flicker for some change
silence in the monopoly
Orange blue skies in the forecast
radio towers shadow homes
Cheap but unstable

Swerve for the limo
with it's rented passenger

Make room for concrete
with it's finalized oozing
Conclusions in literal stone

By all means

Grow grass before you build

Let the time be captured before creation

Let the giants stretch one last time

Before they pull down the clouds for warmth

Before they make rain for thirst

Before they break stars for spite

Manmade for a time
they now mutiny against the gods

What gods nobody asks?

We eat nuclear dinners
while television glow illuminates
Slack jaw chewing

The bits we miss fall down

Nutrition for one hundred hungry orphans

Feel the warmth of giving

We donate at the register because we want salvation

But we don't share the cheeto with the bag lady downtown

Broken stair case
denial
Gray concrete
old and cracked

Message by way of cup and string
a voice from the past
Faded but painful
rusted yet lovely

Said she drank herself to death
sent a selfi from heaven
Saying she was right and I am doomed

We make lust but call it love
animals in denial
Chemical fueled collisions
and innocents is lost

Broken home renewal
pass the generation general
This war needs motivation
this money needs consolidating
These masses need thinning

nobody makes it to the bottom

We all look down hoping for a clue

But these gods prove elusive

Nothing manmade in the organic

Nothing humble in the insane

Met on an over pass
freaks of time
Night makes more sense
and we anticipate it's closure
A familiar stranger
catch up on names and crimes
Who did what and how much time

We revel in our respective delusions knowing life was never as it seems

We toss some stone for the sake of movement

Waves in the pond and they settle without a fight

I say farewell to a darker corner
I feel it's gaze as I make my way

Finally I'm released back into the world

relief found in it's inconsistency

Knowing a rational thought is hard to come by these days I strive for silence

But mouths keep moving

Inquiries keep getting progressively stranger

a truly savage way of bringing about ones end

Like a crowded room
voices fighting for the ceiling
and no words heard

The fallout is most severe for those confessing knowledge into artificial sunset

I presented a method for my madness and laughed myself out of the room

No bodies to witness my conclusion but I feel the past take stride

Finally

I see it falter and this DNA can once again be accommodating

You were arguing with someone who didn't exist

Your rebuttals were interrupted

but I hear no voices persist


What world have you constructed?

What perception is needed for this?


Unseen monsters trail your shadow

painting scenes with stolen hues

How could you ever know?

time is a ****** full of blue


Some creatures need a potent distraction

one absent of a conflicting reality

Some fade into glowing contraptions

minds unaware of a virtual duality

An amateur **** star with a masters in psychology

She was pleasantly astute
also predictably cold
How could she not be?

A high functioning fiction with shattered jaw logic

He picked flowers for a living
blow and citrus extended
Eyes saying the show must go on

She was maybe the safest creature alive

Traversed all cracks with grace
saying she hated pain in all forms
An alien in a cruel world

He was a pusher of high caliber

He navigated traffic like a stop light
savage in his circles
But nobody on his block went hungry

Some people I met in Reno

Some much needed madness after a plane ride stiff with sanity

There it was

A plastic goddess

Voice box filled with concern
and seduction

''why so sad?''

''why so malicious?''

No purity here
no requiem for this show
Sparks fetch fire
patterns fetch fear
Disposition suggest insanity
can only shrug
So I'll equipped
for such an impulsive process

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 think...

I've always operated under the influence of reason when dictating my belief system

A lack of god for complicating is my sincerest attempt at interpreting my reality

Whatever devices one needs for clarifying existence are acceptable

as long as the don't dictate someone elses

Being ignorant of sinister chemistry...

is no excuse for stealing a strangers peace

glimpsing another's reality is not the same as living it

one can operate the machinery...

even if they didn't construct it

But they may ultimately find frustration...

like a snail high on amphetamines...

They feel content in a stranger system...

Still

The DNA does not allow the momentum needed for such artificial conviction


Carry on

No sense in an artificial sunset
So I paint my ceilings into space
No sense in this progression
So I bow for time displaced
No roots for a sound foundation
So I make room for flight
No time for a world's creations
So I paint my day into night

My life is usually unraveling quietly inside various states of disarray

Its my own doing and I am a professional

I know I sound self absorbed and self afflicted

I hope I didn't steal your time

I am a lot of things

but I am not a thief

I suppose I could take comfort in some small consistencies streaming through our species

In comparison to the time we spend dodging trains

Or pursuing another 0rgasm with an animalistic momentum

This is light speed fleeting

Still

Only a small step away from creating black holes

Anyway...

I say obsessive compulsive disorder

the red tape says crazy

I say these 60 hours of consciousness are the product of a restless mind

the white suits say its surely a chemical inbalance

but upon what scale are they operating?

(eyebrows raised in disbelief)

THE SCALE OF SANITY OF COURSE

oh

The only thing that provokes a serious need for vacancy in my life

Is full pockets

That's not a half baked metaphor

nor is it an obscure display of nerves crumbling

...forever deconstructing inside a failed attempt at demonstrating the burdens of existence

I really cannot stand crowded pockets

My lifestyle does not accommodate such a condition

Tobacco boxes and plastic flames

Cheap contraptions for times subtraction

A wallet absent of evil

Still

Chalk full of all the proper identification for existing

and depending on the day

The necessary tools for twisting reality into compliance

A touch screen distraction full of pain and despondency

Its disgusting I know

we all stay cozy and space phone faded

When I come home

The first thing is excavating pockets

an act of defiance towards my own brain

I throw it everywhere

my disease has broken three phones

This has no purpose

Nor does is contain the thread of my own insecurities

its merely the ramblings of a mind finally breaking

its clearly time for the sleep that keeps eluding my trajectory

it will be a microscopic moment on a backdrop full of faceless collisions

My off switch is stuck on the green light

I wish I could wake up for a sun rise

instead of avoiding it like a criminal caught up in circumstance

Clarity is currently a lens clouded by hindsight

Like some insane contraption projecting ghosts

All I know is..

A mind retired before the void consumes...

Is indeed...

A mind worth rearranging

I came here with a handful of obscurity

Shall we map the systems that provokes such absurd musings?

Shall I speak into a seamless glitch now subjected to frantic stitching?

I assemble dispersive prisms to offset the mindset that all scenes remain black and white

Common courtesy was not an invitation for empathy

These conclusions full of color are not the product of serendipity

Flash fuzzy for a brain full of huddles

Deflect another reject with a space full of  arrangements

Misconstrued some mutiny and provoke a bystander into pieces

Second hand clockwork will never ease anticipation

Fine tuned nights clarify a need for self destruction

Blue moons sensationally sidetracked by habitual disconnection

I am exhausted

I close my eyes to negate surprise but my blinks always come too late

Farewell to the freak show I never knew your trajectory

I only observed when that final nerve fell into animosity

how primitive is a derivative of life?

how potent is a notion full of strife?

I am an advocate of strange

I am a pocket full of loose change

I am a crutch for nothing

I only have a pull cord and a body full of stuffing

All I know comes from sidetracked spirals full of feeling

All I know is the abstract remains king

You stood there

Mind
Fully
Manic

Your DNA....

A testament to creations serendipity

Please tell me

What images do you contain inside that mind so defined?

What fringe fueled ****** led us here?

You said you found my insanity offensive and delightful

If I had the constitution for marriage I may have proposed right then

That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me

My madness was only emphasized by your own

I tell you I know the best ways to waste silence

We can climb into the sun and dive for time and place

A recipe for catastrophe and we feel no limitations

like two addicts in one body

We understood that stifled inhibitions can't claim knowledge

You're gone now and its probably for the best

I'm not fit for your grace

I can never find a peaceful rotation

You must understand

I feared your love

but was never cold enough to deny it

One room for entry
sign says slow rides ahead
A savage concrete flood

White and bright with fluorescent illumination

A suit asks for thumbprints
ringing of communication
Waves linked
wires answered

Small plastic cup extended
meant for a child's play set
Inside a billion dollar industry

Swallow it cold for some reprieve
it settles hard and nauseating

Panic inside alien euphoria

Lines crossed for a new salvation
faces spill forward
A spiritual inquisition
free wills final folly
Magnified for judgement
at the cost of dime and soul

Here is another spoken word from a reading full of blue in a room of clues as to why we all gathered here to share our silent moments of uncertainty certainly I grew up in a food stamp paradise but isn't it nice when being raised on r ratings and nicotine isn't the worst fate for the hate of accidentally existing inside a stranger that was never intended suspended inside this method of madness that only comes sporadically systematic while lacking the schematics for clarity why I'm a product of a fun house mentality so you see its not always up to me when the words spill or the shrill ringing of writing until asphyxiation because scenes dissect when they do what else can I chew without clearance or an appearance of sanity I swim in remnants of peace when I forget to breathe or conceive a world without an ink stained funnel for this morbid curiosity we feed to offset the mediocrity of a T.V persona existence this persistent need for violence is almost an impulse we convulse with a dark euphoria screaming gloria into the train wrecks broken neck headlines splattered with genocide cowboys and plastic pondering while the wondering of a reasonable whisper fall victim to loud speaker urgency

We are...

A generation suspended in asphyxiation

torn between vanity and breathing

painted masks smear

Forever screaming into tilted cup


There were days when love conquered fear

Now

we no longer linger here


Footsteps shrouded

constantly retreating

victims of loud speaker urgency

Pilgrims for a spun world

pioneering a new god


A Chemical persuasion

A reflections hesitation

Watch the duality unfold


An impasse steals the ******

We never knew moderation

Time is a ******

A habit made ancient and unwavering

The proof is merely a paused perception away

An act of kindness for a frown
see a body gasp in disbelief
A distant image so profound
I put it in a jar with my sleep

Now the time comes back around
asking me what I need for my release

Now the time makes no sound
knowing there is no reprieve

I suppose I could use this sign
to make a foundation without a leak

I suppose I could create a crime
that makes the last one seem so bleak

Instead I'll just stand next to this lie
and ask it to finally come clean

Instead I'll compromise for the sake of my growing grief

Make sense of this please
when does the earth stop spinning?

Raise the dial a few degrees
let the old time keep spending

Low down and the throat grows cold
Lost nobility slowly sifting

Toes curl for impact in the rows
Brown bagged and stunning

Slow roll and dig another hole
No love lost inside this room

Cold steel and a mind slowly folds
Watch the confines come into bloom

Grow new molds for the choke
Isolate this profound confusion
Pick the crows off weary bones

Someday
we
can
create

I say goodnight you revamped insanity

I leave the best for you

Take the stones and start throwing
Hate is fuel for something true

Nobody knows where the conclusion lies

Best we just keep running

Slow motion makes more sense when fast forward keeps confusing

Pull grime from the bristle

Go ahead and brush away your grinning

Someday it's all going to make sense....

A body full of habits
Most of them nonsense
A world full of madness
Act accordingly

She lives in highs and strange spaces

conducting disbelief like a prodigy

an abstract anxiety for her pause

She wears a thousand chemical faces

each mask fine tuned for fiction

disposition suggests life has no flaws

Somewhere in those pupils lies a person

weave through the vanity for a pure bewilderment

I see your hysteria lies in these monsters made mute

Those one sequestered away for the sake of breathing

these delusions dissected

these rabid renditions you call life

they can only perpetuate profound confusion

I see your mind broke before you had a chance for clarity

I now understand the shadows you call shade

an artificial sun was your only means for illumination

I now know you existed like so much obscurity digested

Another life casualty for the whirlpool

Another wonder wasted for the sake of exhaustion

Swollen skies collapse splendidly

Earth bound and abrasive

You surrender into concrete and nowhere knolls

Windows echo your impact

Each drop emphasized by a muted musing

Falling separately in your haste

You reunite once shattered

Across your vast grey expanse

Ponds patter
puddles pool
Rivers lengthen
confines complicate

Hydrate the oxygen
let it taste your acidity

Wash away the insect empires
let them rebuild under calmer skies

No dams constructed
No moats for a world's draining

Disregard their momentary show of force

It was fleeting compared to your timeless tinkering

The old heads sell distraction

Different prints and different licks

Concrete beds display the newest fashion

Pick them hearty while declaring  dysfunction

Beam another bystander towards  electro shock

Tastefully tenacious in it's rearranging

Bars for consumption

The eyes suggest cancellation

Now you declare this space fit for sanity

Now I crumble for chaos

Displaced for a momentary diplomacy

but lines blur inside a mind prone to wandering

Remnants gather for a pre shatter shindig

A bright glow illuminates conviction

How coy these means for destruction

a shell claiming stability

a vessel containing absurdity

Crack seat sofa with the medical magazines

Wait on a number for my neutral reckoning  

Diagnostics come free

A proper requiem is not included

I found a bird inside a ravaged landscape

Contorted faces with the chemical reactions

The product of my own mind

I get trapped here now and again

But this creature breathes stability in a world otherwise abandoned to its own devices

Anybody that truly knows me can attest to my tenacious mental mess

I suppose it is noble that you wish to rationalize the irrational

But this is not a game

Nor is it a movie portrayed with a Hollywood tint

Some things are best left for nature's unfolding

Still

She said she found my insanity offensive and delightful

If I had the constitution for marriage I would have proposed right there

That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said too me

Unfortunately I can barely handle myself

With the exception of a now and again nomadic turtle

So I let her go knowing I will only complicate

I am only a danger to myself
why make you watch?

Please don't misconstrued

I know my madness is nothing special

But it is mine not yours

You have yet to see true unnerving

I would do my best to guide you to a safe oasis

Still it would fade and shrivel with our collective consciousness

Let someone else do the unraveling
Let someone else make you whole

I try to be a good person

Even if that means the occasional hatred from you

Complicate me for a dozen sighs

A youthful urgency sick like gin

I panic when I'm left with time

A stranger creature fills this skin

Excuse my mind that remains remote

Confuse an eye that perceives the most

For every answer there is a mask

Full of wonder and steadfast cracks

Time takes another creature for a ride

Preconceived notions fall in kind

A picture splattered for your crime

Some pity scattered for your dime

Slots for coins and the dead dance dainty

The pinstriped smile says...

NOW SIR!

don't be hasty

You see these moments you spend considering ghosts

Comparing their pursuit of legendary quotes

Looking for a season so lovingly stoked

You forget the now and all it's seams

Frayed from function but pleasantly pleased

Exhausted of purpose from the perpetual squeeze

These lines left for common sound

These lies kept for fine tuned clowns

clutter an avenue once so pure

sidestep obscurity now fully mature

Tiptoe the twine now used for speech

Tin can communicators for your leap

A rusted voice box silently weeps

Comfort controlled a room temp torture

Grasping a stone for the high stake mourners

Your God died a thousand times

Your madness was muted by a void streaked sky

I leave you now with so much contradiction

and retire my climb from a floundering friction

Madness proves timeless

A fun house complex for the blitzkrieg

ticking my clockwork with an organic benevolence

It echoes nonsense

a pinball malfunction

Deafening in spaces fully saturated with silence

Don't bother with the pleasantries

My disappointment is not rooted in your confusion

More so inside this pine box called home

inside these ghosts so composed

Hardwood floors and wanting walls

Made bare by minds unable to sow a silver lining

The fruit strip wallpaper lacks a ***** Wonka ingenuity

I gag and smile for the Wilder man now sky strapped

Don't look for a cohesive culture

I retired them with the rest of my favorite functions

they always proved elusive and I always moved nothing

In need of a constant state of awe

No virtual vulture can swoon and pick the best wonder

Common ground under dead satellite sky

A trusted system as we ascend

Cosmic cluttered hibernation for your despondency

A distant sigh suggest no clear conclusion

An earthly scene repeats

slow blue with the newest gizmo

Conflict always comes

What's your remedy?

Where's your memory?

claim another sunset like we still move between black and white wonders

grab another sequence because the last one needs conviction

I needed this room for composure

I needed a stranger way for clarity

Somehow I ended up here with you and these contorted spaces

This lack of grace you convey is the reason I left earth in the first place

So deceptive these composed calamities

They get the better of you

A new enigma found my sight

Plucked them from a drinking glass and polished them proper

Abstract and splattered face greet this new perception

Said it would paint me a more elegant demise

Something humble and quiet

no blood or bones broken

More so a mind resigned to despondency

Watch the knees sag in that final moment

When this world falls around its creators

The sun lays sputtering and extinguished

gasping steam and screaming for more

A moon lays low lacking a proper socket wrench

No way to rebuild these hysterical landscapes

Glance at the rubble strewn plateau

Remember the peace it once contained

it was only momentary

I find a reason buried deep inside what once was

musty and earthly

dig like I'm China bound

I finally unearth free will and all it's beautiful chaos

I put it in my pocket for safe keeping

He played a plastic flute and everyday was his birthday

he would run the avenues

blowing the same depraved Elton John rendition

I ran into him at a bbq shack

Wishing him happy birthday for the tenth time that month

I inquired into his day to day

with eyes saying nine lives lived he states his purpose

A wire broke deep in my skull sir

sometimes my head gets cloudy

Everyday is my birthday because everyday I am reborn with harder skin

I won this flute at a raffle I wasn't aware I entered

I live in a sky box and drink the rain for days and days

I eat the cloud coverage so the sun always shines

I spew the leftovers into worldwide ghettos for the starving and forgotten

well at least you think worldly I say

and your flute remains pristine in these harsh Midwest conditions

hats off to you sir for your unwavering weirdness

he nods giving me a look that says

of course?

I watch him disappear around the corner

I stuttered for solidarity when I ate the plot line

A functioning madman said help myself because he can feel confusion

Shrill sounds of motion in colorful backdrops
Sometimes plastic faces make easy friends
But what does that make me?

I feel flesh when I inquire into my existence
But how do I know this reflection is mine?
Is this me?
Is this you?
I wait for an answer
But these walls echo anxiety

Shattered jaw logic solidifies fluid motion

It's stagnant intrusion makes minds break

Who can sustain a scene filled with such artificial means?

Quite the sight for a blind man's guide

Who in his shock let his master wander into traffic

A scream and a screech
Burning rubber for the nostrils
Broken glass for times capture
Watch it all with rooftop perception

Quiet relief inside a freak show
he says beauty builds inside
Shakes a snow globe
time stained hands
Sighs at the momentary show

monotony rules glass confines

Paper bag sneakers for a broken traveler
irony makes him cozy
No glory in starvation
he fell under a first worlds shadow
Broken by nutrition

Suited fiends
high on God
Demanding dollars for salvation
I only have pocket lint
But they take it anyway
Creatures of habit I suppose

I've never met a talking snake I didn't like

Stop
the
ride
please

Sometimes I saturate my sunbeams with smoke

They stay stationary and unwavering in their illumination

Backfire for a saboteur and I see it all

losing it in the home front

Five nonsense fingers for a minds  grasping

I finally found my sanity
fell down behind the couch
An abyss for traversing
navigate those weaves woven

Dusted change and forgotten identification

I was a regular at the Lego factory

now I find my punch card crumbled and useless

I never did find the rest

what was I saying?

oh

so what if my blinds bend and my books take up all the seating ?

I prefer the floor with it's more humble views

the insects stay away
the weather is turning

I keep it clean but leave the windows propped for exposure

when does the clock die?

I bought these batteries out of haste

it's constant reminder ticks through  these silent moments

third shift hammock for the swing

Ninja turtle sheets and danger mouse masquerades

I'm no longer a child but sometimes I vacation with my nostalgia

it feels nice but leaves a hole every time

still bills must be paid

I worked with a cat lady at burger king

She claimed friendship with Ray Bradbury

She showed me a letter and I see it's true

She was the spitting image of Mary Kathleen O ****** in her more paranoid years

for all the Vonnegut fans out there I smile for you

Did you make it?
Did you break it?
Did you die alone?

"so it goes"

said the wizard with the satire solutions

You left with proper notice

A gift I suppose

So many meet tragedy abruptly

Cookie cutter hysterics with the comfort casserole

life claimed another timeline

Since there are no half measures with the void

I will simply bring you a requiem

I swallow my nature for your passing

A broken car progression

A common misconception

Most of its passengers remain space phone faded

cancelled and cozy

It's your one day of stop light freedom

They stay red and we keep driving

A pity

You can no longer revel in this small defiance

A family plot far from the highway

Hysterical mechanical madness still clings to the breeze

There is no escaping the sounds of a worlds momentum

even as you're laying it to rest

This is where I'll stay someday the old heads tell me

I flee from the thoughts such a statement commands

I'm still running

Knowing there is surely no room for my ghost

I am reclaiming silence inside a crowded skull

deconstructing voices once gracefully assembled

I am rewiring panic into reasonable hums

manifesting madness as a casual observer

I am watching the sun retreat into shade

as if overwhelmed by its own creations

I am consumed by an obscure obligation

finding sense in shattered jaw logic

I can never blink fast enough

so many perceptions denying reality

I am doing my best for an accidental existence

one operating under the illusion of transparency

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?

I ate some orange before the travel trip

Tilted the sand dial and defied times tenacious turmoil

The rockets were shot into space

full of seed and castrated politicians

We shielded our eyes from the Chem trails

they cut slices through the sky

Watch the master mucus slide into contrived contraptions

Slime these wrong doers and reestablish the gold tooth

A wafer for your thoughts it's all I have

The banker only gave me wooden pennies and a cardboard cutout of Miami

He smiled while he hustled

My father always said never trust a suited reason

He mowed fields with motors built by his careful hands

sometimes a spider would take his knee brace and conflict came

antibiotics and spaghetti Westerns made him whole

He dies two years ago now

but we still smile for his stubborn statues

I met a snail that hindered my momentum

but he was much older so I  paused politely

I always talk with the old heads and ask about Nixon and Elvis

they amuse and frighten with their time stained logic

Everyone thinks I'm crazy but that's alright

I use to think I was sane and castle inclined

but 25 years of folks stating your unstable may break a brain

fortunately I have a back up

I found it in a Denver appliance store next to a fallout shelter

The man said it cost a dime

but I hand him my pocket lint instead

we nodded at mutual hysteria and dined with the cannibals

I mixed up my brain purchase

so sometimes nostalgia gets the better of me

This new one once belonged to the duke of Delaware

sometimes he talks low

But I've gotten better about leaving him on the back burner

I heard he ate dust and cried while clapping for Hamilton

this is me reorganizing my headspace

This is me gagging on tuna helper

I grew up in a food stamp paradise

spam and apple's for after school snacks

spaghetti with the red paste makes taste buds mutiny

but the bus lady gave me a sticker every time I climbed on healthy and bruised

I feel better

A trail of gasoline with no apparent purpose

Light it up and watch its course

Irresponsible in every sense of the word I know

I am only human

Sometimes this morbid curiosity can overwhelm

Now praying too no particular god

That my haste end with no serious damage

In the distance a sun rises early

stirred awake by a man made ignition

How could I have know?

There is something pure about unhinged weirdness

Not the cult
or the killer
Or the worm hole

but

The everyday freaks
the working class freaks
The insomniac freaks
the acid freaks
The space freaks
and the artist freaks

A lack of proper structure is a fine line

It would seem society drew some of that line

but we filled in the blanks

I say

Embrace the strange

Do your best to make it highly functioning

If need be wear that practiced poker face

The one you use to navigate the little spaces

Know we are not alone

Just another human condition

I'm sorry...

I did not witness your emphasized spirals of sickness until the day your mind resigned and declined to leave a message before you leaped

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

Cold sweat oasis

Structures stretched with nuclear tendencies

Sometimes the creators get the better of themselves

Flash bang for dizzy blind spots

Specks for perception and they move with urgency

Close those eyes one more time for a remedy

Open for a new conclusion ever spent and contrived

Images for harvesting

we have plenty

Breath taken and things fall into place

Contrived and chemically complete

We can only surmise new horizons and much needed lucidity

Momentary in it's conclusion

We soon fell away faster than electro shock embraces

Complicate these realities with your hysterics and excess

Build up these walls with your sinister time clocks

bathtubs and cold water cures

drain the brain and plant new sanity

grates for forgetting

wash away these more unconventional moments

city dump bound with plastic tank accommodation

lay with the rest and die again

Cookie cutter cyborg with a familiar face

Long dead with only a dull ache for remembrance

recycle some faces
freeze the terminally ill

bring back centuries from now

Corporate confines with the wholesale slavery

rapid fire freak show
one penny for entry

watch the snakes linger for a taste

watch me go put on a new face

one more pleasing for your view

something hate proof and plastic

I lost my mind pondering infinity

I realized time was never linear

More like a puddle spreading endlessly

Morbidly we wait
drool drops
Hydration for insects
They gag on the taste

The eyes need illumination
conclusions by way of structure fire
Ash covered and mechanic

These minds crave the edge
purveyors of our time

We breathe easy
glass separates the chaos
Structured and correct
rather observe than interact

When these walls shatter

and we gaze into that abyss once so distant

We finally see the irony of our curiosity

It touches the skin in numbing complexity

A malfunctioning brain spins dizzy
nerves become alien
No control

Still we deny
asking why?
Muscles go slack
eyes glaze for the fun house

Ink filled pages

Tell nights tragedies in the boldest of detail

More looks of longing
coffee over obituary breakfasts
Eyes slightly gleam with glee
victorious in an insect existence

We crave the ***** and the depraved

Even the healthiest of minds stops for the strange

So we wait for the new downfall

Never thinking we could be the ones next observed with primitive pleasure

One billion hungry souls screaming for more

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

My actions can no longer be defined

I dance across catwalks in my mind

I dare not let myself slip

Gazing down

I see a faded clown waving back at me

Mouthing words that sound so absurd coming from a painted expression

''Descend so I can ascertain your motives!''

When I come down...

I see it's merely my reflections sense of humour and I screamed

''Suspend my silence for the sake of nonsense I suppose you have that right!''

Startled by my outburst

I watch myself begin to crack and falter

I panic knowing this is no place for a showdown

I fall at my feet and hysterically shatter for stability

Gathering up my pieces I mumble my motives

''How dare you disturb the cleanliness I have brought to this madness''

Putting them in my pocket I make my way back to normalcy

I know you say your gods are not mine and that is reasonable

Still

You insist on sowing default saviors into my routine and bubbles do burst

Those ones used in absurdity
shortcuts for wonders
Blindsided and stricken of color

I mingle with despondency now and again because these notions create confusion

I lose track of myself once in awhile but it all makes room for weirdness and cathartic ranting

Smile for anger and confusion
love for the kind and honest
Sometimes it is okay to feel human

Sometimes I feel like breathing is my worst habit

Sometimes my reflection sighs for stability and this skin doesn't make sense

But life is to ridiculous for a short cut

Best to take the long way and dodge nonsense with a smile

These moments come with no invitation but I find peace in madness

Insanity is purity walking a fine line
I'm sure most would disagree

Brain chemistry is animalistic in origin  and I find beauty in it's chaos

Life's momentum shapes perception and I do what I can for navigation

We fall into each other in rapid succession craving warmth and reason

After a time we break away numb and confused denouncing all emotion

Still

Humor is all I find on these days  worlds collide

Stagnant crowds terrify me

No escape routes make me primitive

Existing for the sake of ground work makes me sickly and despondent

Writing soup filled stanzas is the only tool I have for peace

He never littered so his pockets smelled of cigarettes and sweets

This caused a poor reaction from the ladies

But mother nature loved him dearly  

He made songs out of junk
Rusted melodies played
A poet of high caliber
A mind of high grade brain work

A bottle and a sniff
A word and a smoke
out comes the guilt

I often ask him why he needed these calamity riddled confines

Sometimes he would whisper his replies

Because he worried the gods could hear him

He lost his mind inside a ghost town

Time stained structures watched the regression

A soul needing silence

Instead he found childhood fear and crumbled

I went to visit him on the fifth floor

Psych wards terrify me
not because of it's inhabitants
But the fear they won't let me leave

I found him playing connect four

He claimed his competitor was a monster

nobody in sight

He said he was writing a novel

The pages he showed me contained
beautiful images and hysterical assumptions

Yet they made my soup filled stanzas seem reasonable

Only his circle could decipher his words and symbols

The final product was too mad for the casual observer

It's pages made scenes of unspeakable horrors and unlimited joy

We buried him next to his dog

He always claimed she was the only one who gets it


"Great poets die in steaming pots of sh*t." (Charles Bukowski)

My window is waiting

For an eye to perceive

A world outside this hysterical mechanical madness

Once I gaze into a cities relentless motion

I may find cause for night owl tendencies

A sun rises without incident

Where once a darkened structure was pondered

I now see it's true form illuminated

With ancient sight accented by a chemical horizon

I find a space full of nonsense anatomy

A red light guru makes haste for a new creation

While insect youth snap and capture another piece of pain

post and hit that thumbs up

Your joy is trivial

and that moment still exists as you  indulge in some digital vanity

A giant sits silently

Concrete choked and stagnant

it's stone weary face

Faded and stained by times indifferent coating

Family units flow

Fabulous facades for navigating

Eyes cancelled by smart technology

Complacent gazes for distracting

Nod until whip lash

Ignore this seamless beauty now trampled

Ignore these faded rantings of a bus stop patron

He made sense for some

But the rest just see another life casualty

I am addicted to the spill

It is a fine life recipe for the mad

perpetual messes with no guesses on origin

only frenzied f*cks for forgetting
only hysterical means for elation

My muse lies in moments when the mind breaks

when chemicals mate and mistake lunacy for love

My best is when we clutch and deconstruct like dynamite

sighs and sickness mingle for comfort

My anatomy is made up of patchwork

but this smile is genuine

My tendencies often tumble into free fall

but I've learned not to scream

Sometimes I trip into transparency and I find you alive and well

But this mind is a stray and the name of the game is connection

no matter the damage done

The tools we use for sanity often times  perpetuate a prolonged disconnection

Its all so unsettling

when my first instinct is laughter

Some people just aren't meant for peace

Angry anarchy anticipates arcane action

Bruised banshees beckon bulbous bull blowers

Can calamity come calmer?

Climbing cold cobbles continues confusion

Disregard demented dinner doodles

Excited embryos excrete extravagant extraterrestrials

Forlorn figures fund future folly for fragile freedoms

Giants gather grinning grandma's grasping grand gargoyles

Hindsight hides huge hurdles helplessly

Introverted insight inspires ink infused instinct