Scenes

Bruised flesh, freeing up emotions
puncturing blistered life, sampling
pain’s red puss in comparison to
all the mindless fucks, icy in relief.
Only a moment until the demands
begin anew, louder and faster, explode
upside brain stem, shriveling in abused
protest of chemical bombardment. Ha!

Never again, never mind, revert to slime
grey-green running through cold hands,
shaking with annihilation dependence.
How to explain, betrayed by reality to
run with diseased and lecherous pets
stroked fur, stick to hands, old and spotted.
And this is good. Or not, gave up long ago.

Lost in relativity from hear it sounds familiar,
but families rot under the floorboards like
scurrying bugs eggs, hitchhiking on blue shells
escaping the coming apocalypse, blue-grey
clouds of cigarette smoke choke my lungs as
faces known and disbelieved rush past, circular
precision eggs me on to further contortions.

Land escapes beneath feet pounding to beat
the pain from outside the collapsing circle of
different excuses, as similar as cigarette burns
yet painfully separate, unfulfilled. Denying
all that has transpired, fearing the inevitable
failure of youth to hold catchphrases before
phases catch hold of youth to tear and rip...

Untill all that remains are tired caricatures
pulling out pictures and smoking pot trying
desperatly to reclaim that exhilaration once
intimate but now cast aside for dependence,
on other peoples ideas and stagnant demands.
Woe is all, you have left your senses, so enjoy
the purulent reflection, it is all, you have left.