Chicken

You can retire in an erratic fashion. 

Simple, obsolete contributions.

It was destiny that lay the golden egg.

Faith in you broken

Split and spilt and coagulated in open air

The growing golden friendship 

Aborted  

Unbound by silence.

Air braided between a thousand voices. 

Echoes vanish on the road to joy

And only white noise remains

That static existence. 

The only one I've ever know. 

And I'm too chicken to try again. 

Oceans

Away from the ocean. 

The antithesis. 

The cold, submerged. 

Desert winds and the darkness of fall

This endless charade mocks my resolve. 

Eager to break away. 

The hot air rises. 

My dried eyes resolute.

No more begging. 

This time. This time I walk away. 

This time I will not turn back

This time I become a pillar of salt.  

Last call

He gestures to leave.

This sinking city will not last another hour. Drunken escapades and those heart felt vandals.

 The 'Everlost'.

She smelt of spirit, 

Shown like white crystals.

Stopped at the border.

The last call

The last ride home.

Bright broken cities lay on the sidewalk. 

Glass villages and roach infested kitchens.  

Where morning light scatters.

No longer the silence.  

No more accolades. 

Barriers held tightly.

Wounds earned a chance to heal

and the gasping fight for normalcy 

caught a breathe of life.

 

Road

"Let's scrape their bodies off the sidewalk. Tangled, mangled lovers on the road. Lose our sight because their brightness is a marvel to behold. "

Such swift, parasitic unions. 

Lusting graciously tonight. 

Summer has returned regardless and 

in that same blaze of glory.

But the sea.

still crashes 

crashes... 

 

 

The crawl.

Doubting the crawl in eager succession.

Slow paced and viral.

A stay of execution, 

  A broken heart on the sidewalk. 

    A chance to start new. 

      A lie

My second great tirade ends at dusk. 

The crawl will forever remain. 

One wonders if it is even worth it. 

Truth after nine

The thin veiled rock of privilege. 

An onological truth that exists like a necessary construct.

We know it through shadow pacts. 

The truth: available at arms reach.

But we are weak. 

Too full of doubts to accept it.

Too full of hope to believe..

To believe in the abyss. 

The crawl...

The withered crawl. 

The vomit in our lungs. 

Great distinguished

Crazy and ecstatic. 

My exhile, prolonged. 

Mother nature signed the deed to life. 

Once there was wild flowers. 

Mortal visitation. 

Swans, geeze, and godly vigor.

As time slowed

The mortal shell hollows. 

Dust became sand in the lonely desert. 

I sought shelter beneath the parasol.