Give In

I am the dozen roses

You forget to water

Am I to die again

In your (tight) marble grip?

Your lesson was so true

(Cold!), elegant goodness.

Oh, majestic statue

Inanimate Venus

Give me time to sink now,

You sick bag of cruelty.

Uphill

An old dog raced uphill

      unquestioning of fate.

Facing façades and lies

      uphill he stumbled on

      Solely to see more joy

      Albeit his old soul

      Knew he won’t find true love

his friends went to battle

to rattle his (sanity)—

      Oh! If they only knew

He gave it long ago

      to his faithful quest

            for (nothing)

Pen

That manboy

      munched on pens.

(Chew toys

      for men.)

Keys to the other

side of the rainbow

hither thither

scatter the crows

Mementos and memos

to past sins

Meaningless symbols

to nothing

He chewed on

      his pen

Munching for

      Philosophy

            Found a mouthful

            of expired ink.

Blind

Fervent screams

Muffled the whimpering conscience—

I tear my hair out

And screeched insanity

Yes!

Descend, canoness

I welcome your passage!

Cloud my damnable reason

With religious blindness

Blind me

To show the light

Bind me

To free the soul!

Sorrows of obsolesce

Bring me peace

Lead me, my shepherd

Demand my soul to confess!

Innovation

I’m losing coherence inconsistently
in innovation.;

Such ecstacy:        p
            u
            r
            e
          .

I have ink on my hands,
and paint on my pants.

But I soar through the heavenly
archives unbound.
clean but smelly
of peanut butter and jelly.

Ideas bent the road of time
Tic Tock clock chimes
again on time (Damn I lost the bet)

Around the smoky corner of dawn
hangs my hangover.