Trapped in the present
Windows look right through my soul
The marching invisible drum is incessant
Windows and shadows red lights
It's out of control
But out of mind and out of sight
Despite
Unseen unspoken shackles from the depths of our mind
Ensnaring caressing binding us to the trivial prescriptions of humanity
No thought can pass this lonely border
No solace behind the soft
there is a shoe for every face
a mask for every toe
blindly pushing the straw to the end
of the glass
eyes flicker in the rotten hall
the children are sighing in the
blueless fold of
I love the little cylindrical black box in your eyes
a lexical Grand Canyon between us
red, blue and black clothes fishing for the unusual
best for our shiny selves
can you push the sleepy button
It’s so easy
A screaming piece of mirror
Always unfair
To love and hate
An ordinary déjà vu
A lightning rage
Crossing the sunny tides
In greasy pink
A past continuous
Liquid shyness
So
Bed time stories
Bed time stories
Castle behind mud
Building cities of smoke and spit
Creeping in the night
Under your nails
Stranger biting the dust
Crouching for survival
Beastie
I’m crawling down a space
Within my hidden eye
I’m happy to be there
But the other four are jealous
The lights are being shut
They committed suicide last week
I found them hanging over the TV
Dreaming my dream
Silently walking the line
Without regrets or feelings
Just numbness and happy feet
Allowing my soul its redemption
Causing beautiful heavy pain
Exquisite darkness full and
rain your power over scuffled
branches of trust
breast feeding the milky way with
patterns and silly wishes
had your sense
had your twisted coins
carry the rock of reason over the
ocean of
I am my twin mother
Searching for black milk
Into my children’s innocence
I’ll be waiting in 21 pieces
In a smiling plastic black bag
I’ll be waiting for the feeling
My mother is
Crawling
DW