Filling time
The hands of the
Clock press for
Information

These are the days
Of the ******
The youthful
The depraved and
Sinning insane

Attached the
Digital revolution
Crippling any form
Of human kindness

A nod
A sigh
A frown
A test

Presence
A step back
Accomplishments and
Smiles for the unfortunate
One's who forgot a pen
To the horse race
To cash their winnings

There is a loneliness in
This world
That smells of tar, sweat,
And stinking sulphur
The dripping faucet and
The wet sheets produce
A longing that could ****
Weaker men

Midnight rises
Yet the sun
Still shines

I can't find pleasure
Anywhere

Madness knocks but
Luckily
I've locked the door

Winding river who houses
The homeless and the lost
Makes the bosses wince
As the seagulls squeal and toss

I've lost control now
I've got a taste of what I was looking for
The seek has produced the solution
There on the hill
Lies the spilling froth of pollution

Los Angeles is dead
New York barely
San Francisco humps its
Own reputation
The United States careens
Towards its elusive dream

Night could not
Take longer
To fall

I look to my window
And have the urge
To crawl

Each image holds
Its own number of
Pixelations

Each body the
Same with
Cells and skin

Stretching mine across
Wine and daffodil colored lines
I wait for the rain to
Cease to release the beast

Every nightmare is real
For it has already been
The eyes feel burned and
Swollen from the beating sun
Of the concrete desert that
We have constructed for our
Thought to be protection

The howls of
The wolf are the
Same as our
Singing souls

And as
The moon rises
We look for the door
But discover
There is no handle

All madness
Spawns
From somewhere

Like a leak
In a ****

The thirsty running
To it

Their lips pressed
To the stone

Their eyes watering
For the few seconds
Of life gained again

Enough of the chatter
Hear the school bells ring
And the tune of the bluebird
Sing and sing and sing