sitting thinking wondering
too much
not enough
where is the pay off anyways?
what part of me wants to go and what part wants to stay?
I need to know
so
I can
cut the
latter
out
is it not a funny thing
that things that go on
in ones own head
are not even understood
by oneself?
or how about this
drink spit gurgle
lap lap
sit and stare
at the nothing
that is over
right over
just over
there
can you see it?
I can
not
blank
I have little needles in my eyes
when they prick I twinge
I have a very false sense of security
I wrap myself inside a little paper doll and toss that out for the world to see
The eyes are the benefit
they can see the truth of it all
of nothing
everything
thing–and the falsifications of the entire earth justified in the meat
bang bang bang bang bang
All the little critters
flutter flutter
down into the sound of
my feet on the ground
patter patter
eating something or another from the sight
The sight
The sight and the mirror exploding into a million fragments of itself
and me
you and I
the entire world–the sky
All crumbling
down down down
into the sea
the infinite sea
of all the things that everyone wants to be
inside of us all
The freedom and the bondage
the nails and the hammer
bang bang bang
the sound goes into the skull and drives it all in hard
hard as can be
hard like the…
ashes from the suns cremation
filtered low on the brow
singing songs and dancing
ever so soft and low
tripping on a whole eternity
of glass blown bowls
and not a moment to soon
dimpled down earth sink
following
withered stalks of hours
sitting on the brink
flesh fire statue
yearning to the moment
crematorium blues
starting to end
silver ray oblique
clearly a sign
moons shadow
looms
ever so slightly
a step
closer to the distinction
further from the casket
blinking eyes
water
lost in the snow
frozen time icicle
revolving sectors
rehashed memories
rehearsed through
the ones forgot
limited imagination
perception xenophobe
great lengths behind
as the falling ash sets
cremate hard
on the following out
just in time for
the circled without
predetermined mass of misfit
washing the heat
away from the corpse
and as the time passes by
we all wonder why
just when we start to get it
why does it fall through
what is the purpose of thought
when it is all wiped away
in the shadow of a casket
streak silence encompass the withering oasis
what does it all mean in the end
a forgotten tomb
it all reflects the stain glass memoirs
it all passes right through
a weeded garden
two fisted anguish rotten earthed
purpose elongated rotten earthed
future dystopia rotten earthed
crab shanked warmed rotten earthed
purity lost on a turned dial knobbed
formulated discovery ascertained
part over and parted lost
a sequence unforgivable
a tiptoed triangulated forward marched
putrid is the alliance
stumped reveries
righteous
ambiguous
foot stomped march utopia dreams
forward into the revered seams
onward lost in the river of now
wretched listeners opaque the sound
what of the indescribable things that pass
right into the silence of tomorrow
what of the suffering endured
by the mites and soliloquies
of a passing moment that lasts
it lasts
lasts forever
head spin moments of glass rattled in the mirrored skulls
a crisp reckoning of lost proportions falling into a dystopian future filled with castaway
crawling onward to a future so unknown but bright as the sun
which doesn’t shine on them anymore
coarse remembermeants cascading into the minds backwards compatibilities
through and through a scorching
a time lapse
a figure eight of infinites
again
which sign leads out
no one notices they all point in the same direction
they pass unwanted
and follow a hollow skull