I witness the carnivalesque dance of illusion

the self conscious telling of a familiar story

a darkening tone, the synthesing

of incompatible perspectives

that cause an incandescent agony

of self-inflicted wounds

caused by the somatizing of events by others

but leads to epiphanic illuminations

the transformative energies of disintigration

where all the beauty that is inherent in the ordinary

becomes clear

everthing lights up with the glow

of the quantum expansion of great silences

and I can retrieve from the unconcious

something I know but have forgotten

Superficial insomnia
Fiscally collateral.
Primalistic defilement
Of a world so material.

Where every breath
Preceeds another hearse,
And every thought
Breeds another curse.

In a place held together
By disintigration and wildfires,
Stems the hope of a new face
A new place with new desires.

Bleeding from the walls
It spells its name on the floor.
It drops its heart in a grinder
To be chopped into more.

It's deranged and disturbed
That much seems to be known
Presiding deep in these hideous
Perplexing, competitive overtones.

Shellshocked beyond resentment
Another hand pressed against it
Attempting again to knock down
The insidious box which holds us to drown.

And again it presents itself
In a crisp suit and tie
Hiding its nature
Hiding the lie.

I know its design
Because I've seen it before.
So I drop my heart in a grinder
To be chopped into more.