12:22 sets the mood for another midnight ramble
When the lulling rumbling suffocation under a twenty pound cat
Can't and won't bring sleep
Choking on the flighty flickering of memories
Better left buried
Not walking my mind like listless zombies
Munching on the gray matter of my emotions
No sleep would be prefered than reliving my heart break again

The hollow tinkling tipping tumble of glass on tile
Follows the path of patient feet
Ever slowly out into the open
The cracking hollow creaking of grating joints
Meets the draw tight face
Where smile lines cut like a knife into the cheeks
Rose tinted black lashed blue eyes stare blank ahead
Collapsing china made brittle by claims
To what it is,
What it should be
Say, think and feel

Like a toy shoved between two children
Stretched, banged and reused
The marionette played its silken strings for others
Danced to the same dreaded tune
Around and around that merry chortled phonic dirge  
Eating away at its own strings
Snapping like rotten wire
A puppet no longer
Ill and abused

"Trust me.." he says
His poison mouth drawn tight
Over pointed teeth lined with a silver tongue
"You won't regret it...you'll be undone..."
His snap back and bedraggled experienced hands articulate
A sale , a sale another trip away from this place
With desperate hands that shake tremor with want
Eyes already rolled back in memory
Tugging and pulling
Panting in excitement
Choking on air
The dove lifts her wings to soar
Having been flightless for too long.

Playing in my paper tin
Where the fun ain't got end
Two drops down the rabbit hole
The melting melding mental fluctuations
Burst like stars with each exhalation
Floating exhortations and relief
In the misty cloud of disbelief
Billowing out that acrid smoke does play
Touching tasting an empiric ecstasy
Where the stunted movement of hands follows the solid sound of base thump rhyme  
Keeping the pain at bay
Away from the things I wish to erase
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm weak
But despite the chaos
I feel complete.

I only call you when its late at night
Its the only time I want you by side
The only time I've ever called you mine
When I'm doubled down
Between two and one
This feeling is beyond describe
I know that you'll be the death of me
But at least we will both die young
That floating fuzzy blurred vibe
This lingering feeling of being drunk
On your words
Your mouth
Your expedition
Escaping from remission
Towards the lingering taste of your love

To most it is black and white
The back and forth racial slander ride
But to me its is a matter of many colors
For the problem with racism is not limited to two colors of skin
What about the reds, yellows, ivory,tans, and deep burgundy
The white and black are at the end of spectrum
No the matter is not a matter of black and white
But rather a rainbow of suffering
Made possible by the discrimination of mans own character
Its sick that skin creates such hate.

Melting out the spinal stem
Turning liquid brain soup dripping down my back
The frayed skeleton electric nerve
Wubbs the distortion of moving things
Blending the sight of sound and tasted of color
Bleeding the mixed mingling syrups of thought and emotion
Where beating thumping noislessness of my bone jarred movment becomes second nature
Vocalizing the skidding murrmers of half finished words
Swirling back and forward towards and against reality
The numbness of my tongue the static on my brain fills, and music is the very air I breathe