Nights like this I wonder
Why do I do it,
Pushing these bones
With no place to go?

No where to belong.
Rising to expectations
To say that it's done,
Only to fall.

I could be explosive
In the capitol dome;
I could be fire light
That burns and burns.

The city is reduced to
a few strokes,
paint unreduced,
honesty
unabashed.
Certain shapes
flirt recognition
blurring
into chaos.
Now a bridge
becomes
monochromatic
rainbow,
globs of one color
undulating
in bristle-bands.

Photons striking
photographic
immersion
could never feel
so real.

Why do you come back?
Your unhumble poet of falsehood
And anti-poetic disdain immaculate
Sits upon the throne ceramic
Cig dangling from liar lips.

Greed oozing off the walls
In gilded frames, the soul
Of an artist gone ignored
Except for liquid cash value
& furthering your bohemian persona.

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someone's got to be paid,
empty handed as you'll be
when your bones are cleaned.
give the best parts of you
to shine our linoleum floors,
your brilliant youthful health
cashed on the upkeep of materials.
breathe disinfectant chemi-toxins
so as not to offend the senses
of delicate upper class betters.

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So lately, where have you been, my succubus? You've turned into a siren, baby, baby doll.

Platoon is scratching rounds into oblivion here in the background. The light is ambient, and a kitty is making noise somewhere unseen, like a poltergeist rattling chains.

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explode
pull out
my atomic soul

pushing in
to one
where we begin

incomplete
we are parts of one
building change

telepathy
building monuments
of the contents of the mind.

technology--
unlimited possibility.
suspend belief in time.

my heart corrodes;
ticking bomb.
when i explode
everything's gone.
mortal soul. gravity bomb.