the light of luminous spirit
softly crushes brilliant passion
in flourished form
unknowingly condemning
the intimate caress
of the mystical mistress's
Orphic orifices just cause
self-doubt is incurable
with a densely populated
Barnes and Noble where
pops and crunches indicate
a syndicated reality with
diced up facts, divided
into the savory and the rest
thrown in a landfill
to prevent collapse

wander under a spotless night
take a drag
through a window pane, a light
cuts through shadowed streets
scenes from a hollowed life
a disinterested glance
at my privileged existence

hope for an explosion of feeling
but even humble sentiment
would lift my delicate body
from the building flood of apathy

switch to commercial break
with three payments of 29.99
plus shipping and handling
supplement the superabundance
and drown

A shiver starts in my toes
and moves systemically up my body
leaving nothing untouched.
Vomitous shaking , solely mine
never the familiar stranger's
unrecognizable self
disconnected from self-image.
If the impostor fools everyone
is he an impostor still?

A search for eternal beauty in ephemeral space
In unending fits of mesh-lined rage
Cracked masks, broken and tamed
Grin of house life, bruised and maimed
Sucker punched by those of age
Like a bug smashing into light, contained

Pushing carts of ashy flour
Into ruined and frozen, factory towers
Sweet salvation, so ******* sour
Succulent melons and cauliflower
Unsure of identity, inner and outer
In petite bourgeois life I cower

Ideas turned ideology create
Infinite numbers of lines in the sand
Here's mine and there's yours
Serotonin deficient lives
Laying dreams on the back of others
Then shunning them for breaking

Men told to **** the marrow
Women told to **** the ****
Pigeon holed sweater wearers
Hanging the future in neat picture frames
Staring intently to help it self-materialize

Junkies pry the world limb by limb
Holding hands in *** ba ya
As they skip off windowed cliffs
Red light burning away the innocence
Of hairless brown rabbits
Hypnotized boxers fighting ideas
While onlookers are sold to slavers
Breathless New Ageisms
Creating an orthodoxy of unorthodoxy
Visions of trains in a spotless horizon
Idolizing the unreal,  a hope for hope
Destined for eternal disappointment

I have witnessed mankind pulped by weight
Gleefully stepping under it, believing those
Neat, powdered men rabidly licking
Drunk on blended bodies in glass tumblers
Addictive increasing unquenchable thirst
One sip is the end of the world
Yet the world exists for its very creation
First the ******* begins, and then vomiting
Now it pours out of every orifice of the body
Half-digested ****** juice, beautifully flowing
Over spongy bodies and perfect nails
Ending only to train the fornicating masses
To crush themselves and each other

Light slips through boarded windows
Hanging, waiting for action
Birds chirping over Sunday brunch
Soft yawn of the not too distant sea
As the sun kisses the horizon
goodbye and now off to work
Immersed in the oneness
Forgetting identity