Out of jaded blackness you come,
My stomach dances, what are the chances
Full moon lances through twisted branches,
juniper limbs leaning, back lit silhouettes
Pools overflow to rivulets, streams, dreams,
bodies clean and washed for a funeral
When the sea gives up her dead, they will
walk amongst us in seaweed clothing
Loathing our fate, being born under this
evil star
Sew up the scar with dental floss, grit teeth,
repeat

Lazy and lethargic
Loopy and lost
Little dizzy dots dancing through glass
Distorted and reorganized daily
Finding wiser ways warily
Cutting rosemary from the dirt
Megahertz blurt thoughts into blankness
Blankets on the back porch
Roaches in the feed corn
Violating duties sworn
Better to be never born
Steel shorn clean, violently
Violets growing amongst ivy
Mahogany inseparably blending into ivory
Talking more quietly
For you

Tumbling through days
Figuring out ways
Whys are harder

Eight soldiers advancing
Eight white crosses
Eight grieving families
Eight stories, burning the rest of the script
Burning puddles of filth in alleys
Artifical dandelions, splicing toxic yellows into my eyes
Blinking behind the broken glass
Perception reset as the lights blink off

This place is a cheap trick
Exposed at the root
Like a cavity, a pus ridden sore
It must be lanced, purged, cleaned
Cleaned of the false human impression:
That we matter

War is mental illness,
  there is no pill
   that can save us
    from ourselves.

Information age,
disinformation age
Plastic pillaging vikings
Lightning striking,
same place twice
The snow started light,
Romans stumbling through the night,
dream of coming in from the storm
Boiler room pruno scored,
white crosses cross my heart
Steam cuts broom apart,
magic tricks in the dark
Nightmares of oily black smoke,
metal ladder, last legitimate hope,
lungs screaming, rungs scalding