I have been so alone.
Electing new lows
Just to mix it up
The rocks splash softly against the glass
Steam rising like the visible sizzle of freshly seared meat

This is it
It's all you got
Sadly, you grip it loosely and can hardly detect it's presence
Like the creeping escalation of day break.
Where you will be met with the introspections of your desisons
All of your senses will judge and be judged

In the back seat I know he knows
He peers in the reflective surface and like light hitting a prism they go everywhere
I feel them on my shoulder speaking in very different voices

"No one lies like you do to you."

So much talent
The gift of the gab
You spin them like paying customers upon the tilt-a-whirl
Their souls fill with amusement as their stomachs bubble from the inertia

They welcome the *****
Violent and involuntary
Like the under toe of love
You are churned and wrenched
The brackish oil fills your lungs
It compounds to your amino acids
Rendering you permanently convoluted.

Often I wonder what is the best that happy people can expect?
Residing amongst the coil of the cornucopia
Tightly packed sweetness for others to despise
How can you be ask to understand sadness when you are engulfed in all the nice bright colors

I feed on it, insatiably so
The juices drip like tears from my mandible​
Gorging just to maintain the hollow gnaw of hunger
The discomfort is all you have to measure your highs

That's the best

Manic Waves

Sometimes I feel like the best miserable person.
The catalyst is swift and tasteless
My tongue is dry and dastardly
The nicest person alive
A daft dandy
I require no digestion

As soon as you look to me
I turn away
Not revealing the slightest proof that you were ever observed

The gray scale slowly becomes them

Eventually, the stone will find the center of the slump
Momentum willing you may see your task crest the horizon;

But alas, you are besieged again