Fog arose from the mouth of the house; A door made of glass had fallen to the frigid sidewalk, (Red Kool-Aid, the blood of Christ; it flooded all thought).
It grabbed the collar of my shirt And ripped it down to what it must of been. Life looked at me as a child Falling through the air As some rugged anvil. O, what it could've been In the faint of night; I might have never been true enough. Nothing could give way to something So clever and exact.
My perceptions filled this house up, Wandering the steps and the stairs. A red hot air balloon that glided above the roof. Gears rotated inside of the omnipotent grandfather clock. The feeling of metal skin caressing metal skin systematically.
I took what I knew and I hid it under my pillow. Away From the fog That grew with that tinge of red. It was I who lived For the footsteps under the hazy golden lights That rang out into the deep blue clouds.
Opulent orbs that shambled and shook In and out of the blackness in the hallway. A crook — Fallen on the floorboards.
The air Was drenched in electricity. Wind almost slithered From the windowsill. A wooden thing; Layered with a single coat of white paint. Waiting To peel off and reveal itself to me.
It is I, the camera. My skin — a metal slab; Cold and real.
Time touches me like love, Feeling me up as if I had slept with it.
My brain is a roll of memories Embedded in flashes of time.
I have seen life— **** and unclothed. I take it all in.
My crystal eye — the grand abyss, Looking back at me.
Oh do I terrify? The world I built with my memory.
I have seen life — Depleted and dead, Living in pictures.
Peach colored woman — what is it you ask from me? Spoken with lips skinny and true. She lay naked, Spread out upon the staircase — Like an uncanny form I could not recall I pass, pass on it all. Porcelain hands are over my eyes; Surrounded in the chiming of pots and pans. Maybe it must of been The scratches On her stomach Caused by the apple tree.
The fruit of creation— Running triathlons in my veins; Reflections in the river water.
I wrote this a long time ago. It's something I really cherish.