Something Is Amiss

Something is amiss

The emptiness of the eye’s abyss

The plastic nature of the kiss

The pungent smell of piss

The inability to reminisce

The missing feeling of bliss

Excuse me, Miss

We’re going to have to stop doing this.

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The Tight Rope

My brain went swimming

In the rapid river

And came to the stagnant pool.

 

Change comes and goes,

In bulking flows.

A million degrees at a time.

Surprise surprise

And your life

It isn’t.

 

I see a flash of gunpowder flash

A scream of terror

And I smell scorched flesh,

If you listen closely

You can’t barely hear,

A whisper of things to come

 

We are all just glass.

I swear.

Just glass and icicle dust.

A nudge away from oblivion,

And a single call

Can change it all,

Pathetically human of you.

And just when a smile starts

It comes and away with the wall.

And so I tell you, friend

Don’t close your eyes.

 

A witless child remolded.

Add concrete to his feet

Until he’s tall enough to pass for a man,

Then throw him in the middle.

Make him lose

Punch holes through his infant heart

Break off his ribs and stab him with them.

Let him learn as only a fool can

Let him hurt let him suffer

Let him scrape his knees and break his arms.

He will cry and shout and beg and scream

He will fight to float.

And in the end when he comes out,

We will look for the light.

Pointing Fingers

Ten penguins walked on thin ice.

Red brain matter covered in soft silk.

Yes, you did this,

You eight legged arachnid

You spiller of red liquid

You innocent bystander

You mass murderer in the shadows

You knife wielder

Daytime naysayer.

You drainer of oceans

You eater of all that lives

Taker that never gives.

You mere animal

You hairy mammal

You horny jar of emptiness

You immoral entrepreneur

You hungry tiny tick.

Sit down and enjoy

Your nights in the light,

Living at great heights.

Carbon combusts carbon,

In a haste to produce waste.

There will come a time

When there will be no more time.

 

Midway Through the Two

A guilty conscience for

Innocent words uttered in the shades.

Back so quickly to old familiar sin

Like the smell of my least favorite jacket,

Basked in the human odor,

And imbued with a will to live.

A lagoon of thoughts,

Good or bad

Such profound trivialities.

Where is your velvet safety?

Exposed now to the caresses of truth.

 

A day

The end day,

We closed our ancient eye.

A day,

The first day

We cried a newborn cry.

 

In and out in less than a century.

Make it a spectacle

Not just one page on Wikipedia.

Today

Our day.