frigid submarines slice the sea,
slit peace open like a package
but there is nothing inside
but a long wait for the tide to come in
Beneath sinister stars
I am attacked by sunset
stealing my hope at gunpoint.
God I am terrified of the back of my eyelids
Cold shaped eyes stare
from the bottom of the well.
A ladder leans against a frightened wall.
Baffled, the chair still waits for a piece of ass.
See the mobs bare brained fury.
The calligraphy of torch light against suspicious dark?
Ermine sentences burrow in the dark
in the field where no one listens.
I will dig them up,
roll them in my palms,
use and abuse them.
The powers that be
are skipping rope on my dead lawn
are high on a Sunday.
Hold the Kool Aid.
Hold your nose.
Now drink deep.
Ribbons of dreams are wrapped around my wrists.
pressure so sweet.
The saccharine weight of responsibility
straddles my chest.
Don’t free me from my desires
to feed me to my needs.