Chance on the one

the two blows in the breeze

staring through the

first window.

 

Foggy night

foggy window

fogged up the night

we met.

 

I can’t look anymore.

 

I left the city for your dessert.

Deserted the same night

our flight took off

on this dream.

 

Goodnight, i’ll dream

for a new window.

Feeling of blue;

night life – half-life

three is a dream

laying in Valve hell.

Stranded in limbo

feeding frenzy

school massacre

and no one will

weep on their graves.

First day

fins up

submerged

in twilight focus

swarm of the locus

trails of bait lodged

and school scattered.

Have you ever walked on bubbles?

Popping ignites shakey imagery

on faulty tears. The leer of your

love, explosive in a biome of

imagination, fear of falling

through tangent glass until tomorrow.

 

Craddled features of

yips designed into stone.

Fallen tails of legends

tales designed into stone.

Four father’s watch the creators 

tomb designed into stone.
The Arch’s of deities crisp

on mountain tops 

crop top

above volcano stomps

the land below

designed into stone.

The timeline is shattered.

You were supposed to ask Susy.
Not Dillian, Dillian? 

Nobody even likes Dillian,
but she is going with him

because you didn’t show
the courage. Dillian? 

That guy? Your better than Dillian.
It’s cool. All we gotta do is

make Dillian disappear.
Yeah yeah it’ll be easy,

just a slip down the stairs.
Slip Lax into his lunch

can’t go if he’s shitting
his brains out. Or.

Or I’ll kidnap him 
Yeah it’ll be easy, steal mom’s

car, pick him up, dump
him at the lake.

Fuck Dillian.
Susy doesn’t even like

Dillian. I’ll just go
with her sister. Get her 

pregnant and get back at
her that way. Take Dillian

eh? Fuck Dillian.
Can’t go if I drowned him.

Oh shit it’s seven o’clock
Mom? Can we go now?

the high road they called it.

Speaking theory and false

idols they called it.

Beseeched a cast off to the

watery bin marked Wilson.
Ruling side by side on an island.
Heavenly winds cross along

their finger tips. Cool waves

gently brush against their timid

hides. Ooh paradise tasted like 

Margarita’s.
Until the waves ran dry. The wind’s

blades cut like a guillotine.
Window showers pass the road

only to find themselves on

an island.

Field tested stone washed soles

walk the bloody truth.

Nights of transmute and 

conversion into something
greater.

They laughed at your cries

of possibilities of tomorrow.

Now they stumble on the

cores you left behind.
No one

is unique.

Transferred overnight

and left in the Terminal.
Perfect dissolves into normal,

now, we are all super.

Fluent moderate could compose.

Lacking direction

a sense of where she is going

or where she should.
Standing on the map of

her district, borderline.

Raised to look left, yet,

right thee tempted dangle
in a web of their own doing.

The fluent moderate could

weave the purest silk.  Tied

individual too the post
of her own accord.

She whispered in my dreams

“Live.”
Attempting to shatter these

invisible shackles from an

unhabbited being. Have I

been walking with these
my whole life? The lens

she gripped with her cream

palms brewed color streams

together like Skittles.

I need to taste that rainbow.

Been too naive for rudimentary

it’s elementary my dear Watson,

Live.

Hey hi hello

you said before the crowd.

Challenging our demeanor

for all to hear. Cries

of lost humanity on

the brink of darkness
or as you said,
the end of life.

Crying for loss

and begging for a tomorrow,

one that was promised

with these same fist.