an odious funk                  
interior swellings
   of my own decay ?

walking down the street                            
the winters day folded              
              settled snow awaiting damage
waking  as the morning fumbles with city residents
                                    and caravans of cars bumble                        
               unused to the tumble and witty wade of it all

my view is unveiled and hearted
simple vision  in fellow with the other senses
but IT'S THEN ! and then (aftershock )    something was altered
something in perception  was marched astray and put to sacrifice
just a tick off from the uncanny flank of lucid
                         and i know something's not right
my readings rank as nudged
       someone wishes me 'off the case'
what did my senses experience
       that could've been entered into evidence ?
i stop in the street and stoop my bags into the drift
why was my report changed                
       so skillfully between the source
                                            and my intake ?
just a single moment    a blur and a splice snip
what was i not meant to observe ?
was the rug pulled out from under it all
even if for only a spilt second ?
did i witness the goings on behind the scenes ?
the agents of governing wealthy illusion at work ?
adjusting the set ?  correcting an effect ?
wizarding our fantastic lives
the grand fabrication
...or perhaps  simply a feeling

.
True love showed up  skunk as a drunk                    
slunk in upon itself   preyed upon
by a whirling brain
toiling effort against earths rotation
slept it off  on my sofa                                        
    True love stayed  got comfortable
smoked cigarettes and raided the fridge
True love made a **** Joke  and put its feet on the table
outdoor boots and all   lanky legs and begging breath
leaning forward  true love took a kiss
and a gulpy gup of energy
exchanged my breath for an arid fumigation
weak   i fell about silly and forgetfully naked
i forgot the day   missed work                 
to dedicate true to the night bedded and the bottle
nest of quips and extreme **** motional thoughts
monk no longer   stronger surely with 'love'
study-study and become sturdy with love
(after all 'true love' has most certainly been untrue)
'true love' could expand from me maybe ?
i'd **** the wooly beings who contacted me
sign them up  to the great contract                          
just as the previous monster had dominated me
and let me loose                                  
a ***** criminal  with odd 'successes'
now a true monster me   fiend freed                  
                              just pull back and go