Distraction Satisfaction

Like some demi-god
Out of the curtain,
I’m thrown to the wolves
In a sink or swim attempt
At your quick compassion.
I’m landlocked in your
Indifference,
Trying to fit the mould
And break the matrix
Of a year long high
Spent by
Singing too loud
So you couldn’t hear.
I’m watching your eyes
Change into gravestones
And waiting
For my karma to kick in.
All this time spent
Deciphering what you meant
When you said something
Under your breath.
I want your metaphoric mind
To untie itself and float
Beside me in reverie
Until we are claimed by
The raging sea.
And a trick of light
Bombards my dreams,
My sight.
It all comes back like
A boomerang blade
That lacerates
My need to incubate this
Sour feel that stings
And brings affliction to
The front lines
Of our ambition.
Our strangled youth
Set free
In the development
Of our cheaply labored
Love.
Our last hopes left
To dwindle between
Your lips and my fingertips.

Your Mantle Is Showing

I am a fish,
Fresh from hell,
And foaming at
The mouth.
My skin is slick
With spit and sick
From the pit
Of a ravenous man.
Shot down
By the planes and
Trains of run-on
Sentences
That invade and trade
Riddles in my confiscated
Brain.
I tackle them
Down into dreams
Where they gleam in
The seems of
A renegade trial.
My denial,
I seek.
And phantasms that
Wake in my phallic
Prayers
As grizzly bears
That tear me to shreds
Remind me
I am not dead.
I am caught
In a struggle of
Cat and mouse
In a house
And not a home
So this poem
Serves me my dues
And my selfish needs
My hard-hearted deeds
Sent tumbling
Into a rabbit hole
To hell
With everything else.

Conclusions We Came To As We Watched The City Burn

In the depth and dark of day
When nighttime fades away
And sun stalks the creatures
And features of men,
A riddle like a cracking glass
Parting paths of the actual
Or the undefined
Leaves the gaping mind
Reeling.
The hope is left behind
And replaced with a sense
That all will come and go
And time will show and tell
This apparent hell
That exists is our home.
We are not alone.
Look closer at the cracking glass
And it’s fracture detail
To our application
No avail.
Our sense and sound
Our sight abound
With magic made like flowers
In the earliest hours of the day.
We are brought to our feet
In satisfaction
That we are each other’s
Distraction.
We are each other’s friends
And there is no end.
Forever.