Another Mecca stumbling towards
Moonlight
leading astray All good intentions

Beauty coated madness
Genius of my only talent, torment
Words betray me, the world betrays me
Slipping off its axis
Screw by screw
Anchor chainsaw, bars, and balance breaking
Dissonance, decay
Atlas was right

We are footprints in cemented doom
Paralyzed
by what we can’t bear To be wrong
Liquid looming calligraphy
Melting
Meltdown
Who’s world will ours destruct in turn, who’s worries will we turn away, whose lives matter and who will fall

clinging to imagination
Imaginary lines clinging to man
Man made this
Made you
Who you are
Who are you
Words, still intended to meet you
On the other side
On the molten after birth of earth’s evil spawn
As it Welcomes you, warns you, warms you

weathers and wanes you
Then withers
You
Until the music ceases fire
Too late

I tiptoe past the death

On my doorstep

And I tiptoe past so many things

More

Words and their meanings

Have long since tiptoed past

  Me

Around these implications, assumptions

Answers I don’t want

All just as real

Every bit as unreal

As this corpse

I can’t remove

Can’t remember

Can’t resist

To look

Can’t seem to look away

This is how it ends

he says so many times

In my dreams

Of what was what could have should have was never meant to be

Realness

What is

And what can’t ever

This stillness this decay

Proves nothing

Can never prove

This fugue to be a figment

Imagination

or Creation

LIFE

I know both

for I know nothing

am sure of even less

Than I was

When I held it in my hands

Warmth breath, beating terror

LIFE

it was there or was it

Always

Rotting hallucinations

On my sidewalk