Her dark matter thoughts
consumed every last drop,
tearing down her reality
like a throwaway prop.
She fell to the breeze
and floated on all fours
to her bottomless abode,
where suns dissolve
and the moon does glow.
The friends inside my head
wan't to play along, but I'm afraid
she might dissect the frog.

Life is an echo peeled
from the furthest star
a message in a bottle
waiting to be heard
And upon its reading
not a word rang free
for life is not a sound
but a motion which flees

My thoughts became a ball
bouncing over preordained dialog
shuffling from end to end
leaving footprints condemned
A scattershot of expression
pointed at the back of my skull
For the sentences I spoke
fell from my mouth
like a rabid dog dripped foam
and within beat the heart
of a creative man's dying soul