Stealing extra seconds knowing time is up philosophically, not physically, murdering my own self, scared of reality
emotions shaped, molded centuries and beyond; tear my psyche limb from limb I can’t breathe… fundamentalist suburbia what the hell did you do to me?
Unsheathe-words unleash savage blizzards that hide my pain.
Beautiful madness, “Poe’s” musings, nightmarish, ghastly fantasies, soulful memories linger, intolerant children, watching women cry,
generation unto generation, born small, mindlessness; their ignorance “Constitution and Bill of Rights”
loud silence as voices talk brooding openly,
irony my perfection seeds of seduction poem by poem can’t you see past my polite disdain?
My resolve, by accident bound by fate inspiration behind a glacier smile my pain, my tapestry smeared tentatively written words from a limited f–ked vocabulary full of bull-crap to be more specific.
I a poet reduced to a vocabulary of pieces, my desire for happiness; beautiful hope my source of dreams streams emptiness river of utter despair my self-induced war to end all life fills my garden with silhouettes of strangers frozen moments forever silent
despite deeper connection centered nasty attitude mistake cliche for sarcasm, unnerved it permeates haunting character’s echo framed tired face chattering chorus you are beautiful……………………………