You mimic a monstrosity
Your disposition runs like ink

These ticks become habitual
These prisons become virtual
These masks become complete

Images designated for dissection

New found suits for dissenting

Legends in lethargy and memory high hysterics

Neatly astute for the sake of navigation

They mingle like limbo inside brickwork bunkers

The embodiment of human discernment

Madness makes moves

I see the eyes reassemble for nonsense

You steal my time for a story we have already forgotten

I brace because my jaws are acutely inclined for folly

I try to resemble accommodation but fall short like the gods intended

I hear their laughter

but its my own obscure orchestration

Yours are not mine but I shatter with the rest

My favorite parasite
My favorite sanctuary

I love you all inside this room soaked sickly

Indifferent and discarded

Now and again we find the time for creation

Spring loaded sky stuck symptoms

Trampoline tactics for these less buoyant patrons

We figure the fabrications come complete

Declare another dysfunction
Society breaks the hesitant

Hold the moments hostage like so much decoration

Happier times splattered while a perfect storm swells

Satirical strings attached for an elusive heaven

I now know the we that became you

Somewhere behind me

There may still be monsters accidentally existing

I have no time for their ghosts or membrane mutiny

Somewhere a childish criminal collects clarity blissfully sidetracked

Simple secrets now subjected to an expiration date

A jar cluttered with light may illuminate its conclusion

Hums fall with clicks inside glass contaminates

Class refrained curiosity made these spaces empty

Peripheral pimps take my scenes for nonsensical renditions

Ticks in the skull while empathy ponders panic

A familiar echo for the susceptible
A time bomb mistaken for clockwork

Helium hideaways complicate an otherwise profound articulation

They fall separately

While defunct damsels capture blue bliss on virtual timelines

It's not real
Light speed fleeting

Grasp the grips for your short sighted ******

Do these chalklines suggest hesitation?

What flaw shall we consider fixation?

Brickwork bygones crumble into memory and highway streams

Falling on fiends lost inside a smokescreen sanctuary

Eyes indefinitely indulging

Porcelain prisms with mindful monsters

Timeline logic lays low for the sake of saner discovery

Downward dazes find hands like phases

No correct callous in sight

My face fell for these scenes perpetually  persuaded by silence

No room for articulation inside these pin drop prisms

The graces pool for a better freak show

Their only crime was observing

So we strain for serendipity misconstrued

Surely this banter is beautiful and destined for comfort

Surely we know the why inside this want

Never admitting these conditions only cover my human in a filmy flattering

So often I trip over shocked expressions

Painted with numbed creatures

Patchwork anatomy with free fall tendencies

As if disappointment was concrete recently spilled

limbs in stagnant stances

I no longer linger here

The noise was nonsense with a hysterical hindsight

Thumbs out for stranger company

The family units blur inside tin and fume

Exhaust pipe cough and these hands clench cold

Tube stuck finger muck cancelled glances

Beg for a reason in a harsh dawn display

Blue pipes run black and they forget forgetting

Move on small mishap
This mind remains unhinged

Stay still time specked sky
You may inspire a rooftop excursion

Beam me a better vacation I was never meant for everything

Sand paper benches and tile shine syndrome

Vanity is irrelevant here

I fear broken recollections and punctures so I perch with grassy knolls

Its consistency is that of Easter baskets

Surely this is man made ground

I tell this to my shadow and it sighs with excuses

Maybe you were never real and this pulse was inspired by limbo

Maybe I'm not really here

These masks slipped from my shelf and the sounds don't make sense

That escalation was merely a product of miscommunication

thoughts and actions misconstrued

Anonymity amplified for the seekers can only lead to desperation and hysterical behavior

Animosity harbored can only bring sickness when we come faceless and wanting

Declare this head space unfit for sanity if you truly believe me monstrous

Who am I?

With pupils pondering tightropes and nails sufficiently chewed

I will surely be my own undoing

I was lethargic in lullabies

spotlight saturated and speechless

concaved cushions and dim lit kingdoms

fell away inside a chemical nap

I came here hoping for clarity

I found the same chaos rebranded

Imagination measured in concrete stretches

factories inspire assembly line portraits

The painters where all noble fiends

sketching skies for pleasant company

Still these habitats prove overwhelmed

exhausted figures faint from consumption

Familiar anatomy
Familiar tragedy

Calming colors on a brickwork spread

I move through their pauses

A mind full of static
A pocket full of amphetamines
Artificial antics from plus sign suitors

While supplies last the mind will not grasp the severity of such resolve

Unless it's contrived and longs for the fringe

Accommodating dust damp bunkers and fallout nooks

Temporary ploys  
Projectile toys

What savage means for elation

Reality conducts seamless sickness

primitive surgery for existing

Confusion now for these faces and graces that perpetually stream

Conclusions now for a sigh that never speaks

I woke up laughing

tripping over notions of full circle lunacy

Reminding me why I never sleep