pieces of a puzzle incomplete.
[one]
It's a noise running through my head,
the same corruption of electronic pulses
that drowned a man in Memphis,
and found a man incoherent in Baltimore.
Hiding from the sound that slides
into the folds and pulls away the memories
of swings on green grass with little girls,
and leaves the traces of putrid smells
and fleshy discoloration in the wake.
Throat dry and thoughts no longer my own,
speak to me from behind my eyes
buried deep within the chambers,
offering a sollace that I can never find
in a city without lights that fail to shine.
Walking forward, unaware of their placement,
shuffling while mumbling responses
to people surrounding me without presence.
Concentrating on refusing the offer
of a tranquility at cost.
Sometimes the rubies in the skies sparkle -
breathing ceases for a short time, body still.
Insects flutter past and land on the skin,
closed off from it all
sighs shake my body free of the touch.
Seeing colors rise off the objects
and at night I can see beauty in your vocals.
Steam creeps across the concrete gracefully,
a highlight to light the way to the futility,
lip to lip with an end I designed.
Choosen. The journey only confirmation
that I am capable of breathing.
Somethings are meant to be -
even when the dawn falls apart in the sky.
The colors standing up to me...
[oo2]
Paint crawls to the floor off the walls,
a rott outside the door exposes his chords,
belt worn around the bi,
tapped and taught -
covering the eye -
sliding off the toilet
onto the floor
pushing up against the door
whispering to the savage beast
"shusssh shusssh my child
"your outbursts upset the daffodils on the wall
"don't yell at me for my failings
"shusssh shusssh there is no silence for the aching
"stop your noise, i'm weeping without reason
"bringing me to my knees, love is not enough for me.
Abandoned rooms fill with filings of blue,
uniform and starched, a contrast to the images -
in the world, circling.
Their voices barking orders from corridor, down.
Needles entering my veins for tubes,
a table set up on wheels,
raised above the ground,
"saw me in half Houdini
packed into details of silver instrumentation.
They repeat words lucky and in time and agree,
but I am so sure of the opposite.
"excuse me, can i love you in exchange?
"I ache beneath bone and marrow
"beyond the reach of tears
"and I feel out of touch with it all.
'ssshhh, just breathe.
Sweetly. The colors she wears smell sweetly.
She spoke with - not to, through me.