I never imagined that falling in love
could shatter your heart, brick rusted
dreams scraped and dragging, slashed
metaphors scattered and scanning
the skyline in search of serenity, the heavy
momentum shifting in unbroken worlds,
the spinning weight of various kingdoms
converging towards one another, the filthy
snippets stomping inside my brain repeatedly,
nasty rhythms gray and grinning, a soiled
heartbreak bruised and bladed, as I stared at
the blackened glass ceiling inside my living
room, the way its shadowed existence hovered
in ****** directions, raged, maddened,
a stabbed hall of bleeding diction upturned in
chaos.  The grief was drifting me away from
outer Saturn, more like snarling Mars, hissing
and cussing, shuffling and twisting, an empty
bitchless nation slamming shut in loud beats,
as my dull dry eyes swelled in inkwells,
slippery dungeons, rusted brown shells,
split cheeks suffering syntax, whitewashed
shoulders beneath a sludge of helpless seas,
compounded muscles, crumbled earlobes,
every smashed bone fast falling
in splintering tunnels.