Insect rivalries disrupt microscopic tragedies

Their tiny objections echo through the infinite


Muted chaos mingles with cosmic clutter

All is lost when stars prove sinister

like so many peepholes for a pervert god


Madness makes moves...

I see eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

So many sad faces and I'm sick like a benadryl boomtown


Scenes full of primitive make believe

Haphazard halos and plastic queens

They disperse for stranger tilts

fluorescent hums and cancellation

Torn between vanity and breathing



Raised on R ratings and nicotine

Box forts in the junk pile

Yellow sky and rat king stances

Footsteps shrouded by loud speaker urgency

Where do they go?



Time runs low on another freak show

left in shambles by habitual slow motion

Pluck the remnants of distinction

pure intentions may rearrange promiscuity



We are only human

We are only a collection of frantic omissions

These distractions come potent

These observations become motives


Excuse this mind that remains remote

pondering sickness and considering ghosts


One last party for obscurity

One last dive into the spill

I never wanted your minds or graces

I only wanted this banshee to stay still