there is this stench
hanging over me
I can't ignore the smell
for too much longer
it looks like
a shifting
dark vibration
ever moving
quaking and reverberating
a collection of
excitable flies
gathering together
to feast on the entrails
of my mind's failed operations
the buzzing gets louder still
almost unbearable to withstand
now it's starting to
shoot through my conscience
I can feel
the little insects
as they conspire
and mutate as one
a battle lies ahead
waiting to unravel, dormant
in the swaying green
that surrounds
like a sweet illusion of peace
ready to strike
and pounce upon
unassuming pockets
of hope and tranquillity
which rest in nearby lagoons
the battle is soon to be underway
I can feel it
feel it lurking
on the fringes of my morale
as it begins to intoxicate me
the sour starchiness
of tainted dreams
dissolved
within ashen clouds
I think
as I allow myself to be consumed
I think
I am beginning to get drunk
on my own
complicity.

the limbs of my
character self
are shaking
just about dying
to drop
their socially acceptable moulds
litter the ground
with old habits
and in their places
grow
luscious healthy new sprigs
of enlightened perspective
a resurgence of ideas
death of the old
and outdated roles
a chance for
revitalised spirit selves
to dance upon the graves
of the old norms gone sour
now is the season
she screams
step up mulch away the debris
of your momentous miscalculation
of power
reclaim the roots
that the greedy shifting world
seeks to devour