Memory serves
About the last three plus  years severance
Cloaking dull wit against reverence
Albeit, without reference
Almost an experiment
In abstract humanistic celibacy  
In society gone ******* bat crazy
Red ***** splayed out for display
Engorged balloons in faces
As a zoo
Wings fallen like dead Angel's
Grounds covered with carcasses
Colors of matter like
Orange splattered unfeeling faces
Tongues lying wrong sentences
Posed like the throng knows
Right or wrong,
Truth from fiction,
A story from the made up
Believe what you will,  
Lies become the norm
And there I stand
Out on that limb,
Ten stories up,
About to fall again?

Or jump?