Too many road signs pointing to places to inhabited Faces that contort when one mentions life A thousand sprinkles atop rotted cupcakes Contradictions that don't strike right A crowd rioting in the form of heart A crowd talking in the shape of a human heart Raspberry heartbreak with regret on the side A worn old man marrying a worn young woman Two people walking in opposite directions Two lovers facing opposite walls as they sleep Action that lays dead, shot, ****** in the middle of the street Terror running amok in the minds of America's young Paths dirtied with fibs shows there world there really is No place to run or go or hide from the chaos A capital F when one stubs their toe, whispering "****" Alphabet soup with no Z Apricot ice cream **** in golfball sized hailstorm Remembrances of moments that are nothing but images Retyping letters to people that may already be dead Writing out loud while whistling in my head Cats that purr long and rough and tumble onto my sheets Whisper meats that mean nothing after it is over An obsession with a mystery that holds no name White clear plastic that burns when you put it to flame Wondering what the date will be When there is no more game In play