Holding on with hands so cold,
waiting for the moment to let go,
to step through the door
onto dimensions unseen.
Breaking out from the daydream
into the stars
You look back upon us
through an electric eye.

                               The sky will never be the same.

Her brain is a groaning throat.
Vibrating pipes.
Malevolence drips from her nostrils
like slowly sliding slime.  
Fever creeps through her reason,
sickening tissue to black.
Try licking the wounds
and the tongue turns to pus.
Her heart a ticking time bomb,
ready to explode into meaningless molecules.
Whimpering innocently oozes from
clear blue eyes.
The tears fall from your eyes.

Did someone give you the wrong script?
Those aren’t the right lines!
You’ve lost the recipe to life
What's the missing ingredient?
In five miles, turn right
The map flew out the window
No No No No No
This is how it should go.
Status quo
**** it
                                                               Write your own story

Lids open with a snap
to thick, almost solid,
streams of  moonlight

In the silver haze,
Black holes peer
from an alabaster face

Complete paralysis
crushes my hope of escape
every skin cell stitched to the sheets

My mind terrified,
my body tingling
with unexpected relaxation

Waves of calm roll
through every muscle
turning me to nothing
feeling as if my bones
have vanished with
the interrupted dream

The swing of a medallion
through beams of static light
My eyes swivel in their sockets
Skinny fingers snap
Everything turns to black

You are me,
can't you see
I am you,
who will you be

It's how it all goes
and how it all flows
you are Poe
and I'm that crow

We are homeless
and sometimes boneless
I was born deaf
A lot of times your name is Jeff

We were everyone on earth
We are everyone at birth

One big chain
But time is differently arranged

Do you remember being me?
I wonder how many I will grow up to be?

Take my hand
and walk to the top
Pick me up
please don't let me drop

Come on
Come inside
Don't mind the smell
my love just died

Wrap your arms
around my neck
Make me believe
I am not just a wreck

Teach me how
to love someone again
Living without you
feels like a dated sin

Tear down the bricks
I can't see over this wall
Piece by piece,
It stands way too ******* tall

Right now, the earth is spinning
way too fast
Slow it down please
let me walk straight at last

I'm shivering
It's way too cold in here
Come build me a fire
and melt away my fear

Lately, I've been feeling
so numb
But the more I think,
I feel mostly dumb.

Follow your heart…
What heart?
The one locked in that box?
Sorry,
I forgot the combination.

I’m keeping it safe
because i’m a pyromaniac.
I am obsessed with your flames.
Dowse me in gasoline and
snap that match

Poison is you,
you and me.
Light that cigarette
and let the nicotine flow,
keep me coming back for more.

I’m trapped down here,
too weak to climb that rope,
too scared.

Red giants loom in the distance,
Sand is shuffling like a deck of cards.
The heavens put the earth to bed
under a blanket of cool transparent blue.
Bright eyes above, millions, look down
upon us with teary eyes.

Gazing into the dismal moon,
I hear violent sounds,
murderous sounds.

Leaves are crawling, dead
in the breeze
like zombies.

The dark earth below
clutches my shoes,
with black, muddy fangs.

The trees are singing
a fright-filled number.
Logs are making fists.

The forest is alive.
I am in the heart
of every sort of unknown.

Looming and lingering in the night,
these strangers breath
goosebumps down my neck.

Brightness shoots out of the flashlight,
shadows instantly disappear.
I cannot see anything.
Still unknown.

Innards twist
like salt on a slug.
Phlegm boils out
of sundried orifices.
Maggots find
a fresh fancy feast.
Once witnessing
eyeballs turn to prunes.
Flush turns pallid-- transparent.
The fine line between
has thus been crossed.
We're dead now.
Now is gone.
All gone.

Lying in my bunk,
the chattering teeth
sound like hail stones
bouncing off a tin roof.
But it's not hailing here.
No, not here in Hell.
Here in Hell it's putting down
a hefty December snow.
Since when does it snow
in Hell?
It's summer in Hell.
That must be when it snows
in Hell.

Outside,
warm tangerine glow
and circling spotlights,
like blood-driven sharks,
illuminate the dead sky.
Two chimneys tower
over the grounds like
erupting brick volcanoes.

I open the window
to capture a snowflake.
One wobbles lethargically
into my palm and crumbles
into white ash...

Arbeit Macht Frei...
Free as a snowflake
in the summer breeze.

Noxious cold blinds,
his blood pulses and
the brain goes numb.
Panic fills the smoke-thick
atmosphere.

A "Who's there?" falls
before a silent response.
A clack under a thumb.
The musket metal gleams
like water in the moonlight.

A fire's scent drifts into his nostrils
as a steady beat of drums --
"war drums"
wiggle through the trees
into his electrified mind.

Moving forward,
the forest canopy transforms--
illuminated tangerine.
Sparks snap like upward
travelling orange muse.

Feathers dance
above the flames.
[war cries]
He retreats back
into the leafy abyss.