fivetwofour

Time is my victim! I sell boredom with sentences. Sunshine stokes iridescent smoky steam behind closed eyelids, but my semblance of thought shudders to halt and gray skies cloud clear conscience, when it sets in that an exercise in pretentious futility is this poem of utterly pompous nonsensical utterances.

caffeine crash came and went. disconnected thoughts grow out of sunday homework weariness. the nothing room is filled by small sunday supper's emanated olfactorial elicitations. cold sweat condenses on dank dark air streaking the walls of the void with muted invibrancy.

A red-faced boy-man steps slowly from soccer to school. Empty sunglass-shaded eyes stare at feet fording muddy football mire. Hands in pocket words in throat nothing moves but legs carrying a drawn defected cell from a singular screaming mass of undefined undulating body mass. Brown becomes green becomes gray becomes hollow footsteps echoing off red brick wall that opens to receive receding figure. Under empty skies a crowd cheers on.

Television competes with subdued early small talk. Culture shock café counter mixes creed age race in the name of breakfast. Through windows lounge languidly aged shadows of bygone high school masculinity. Sunlight dissolves gray cloudy window grime to light up milky brown steaming savior.

the vagaries of high school living encrust life like dirt over a pearl but there is no pearl there wasn't one there's just a dressed up shell filled with empty stagnant air hot with the stank of superficial illusion intangibility confusing murky uncertainty all carefully designed and implemented to provide the most utterly average life conceivable by societal standards which turns the cycle of the middle class ever onward ridding it of any meaning it may have once had on each revolution of soul crushing wallet lining employment ideals as it spins through halls of blaring media in the home of western democracy on the eternally r

.          words)song         ,           and          words)poem         ,           and          words)book         condense         ,           and         drip         ,           and         puddle         ,      around              Atlas         ,           solidi-                 -edi-             -fying a coat                of arms to bolster            his grip.

a single silent screaming continuum; one moment frozen on wild rolling rubber, beautifully blurring, from scene to scene.

twin demonic                                     twin demonic  fire eyes                                           fire eyes            guard the passage of two chains;            one red;                    one white;            both dragged    senseless roving            over green                 -lit tracks.            Something makes me want to            Stop.

Blaring nightroom musehole ratifies shrieking the day discontent with wailing, euphoria-     thar ca        sis.

my gleaming dagger never cuts,     but always bleeds my jet-black-blood     onto blue-lined bandages.