Oh graceful beauty
Your supple visage
inks horror and love
Spring and winter
into Saturday nights and Sunday mornings
You threaten my
isolation; I am an animal rabid
Caged in want of
oblivion; an addict for the numb
An elephant does
not pull his foot to lift the stake
Stop making me
think outside my head
Whip, spike, big
top, rented compassion
The memories of
high flyers and lion tamers
Cotton candy
always tasted putrid as chocolate
The texture was
for the audience listening to Barnum preach
Drop me in the
diving tank; depart
Do not watch for
the recycling bubbles
The stale air is
the choice between love and fear made
The oblivion is a
gumbo
Of insomnia,
painting walls, online gaming, folding clothes,
Pantomiming as a
parent, the microwaved taste of cook once, eat for a week
Feeling any
communication as infringement on the hunger for nothingness
Your softness
draws me into the exhaustion of field toil
Be a husband, be a
father, provide, and I feel eaten
By the pride of
wanting the night sky to cascade the meaninglessness
Participation is
granted priority
Decline; I am
exhausted
I have done
husband, father, friend, human
What is there to
say, do?
Heartbeat a
flicker like a twinkle from a dead star an exponential distance
Trillions of years
to make an illusion in my iris
We are but death
wriggling; the proverbial decapitated chicken
Squawking
incessant
Manufacturing
illusions to fill time slots
I am irrevocably
broken; a motor-cross salvo not spanning the canyon
Descent into the
haughty laughter of knowing what brains do confronted with rocks
Let to be alone on
the sky dive parachute-less and contemplative
In between open air
and most certain hardness
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