Ignorance

                  Saintly sitting saturn moon in mind's eye view,

                                   scrumptiously pale linen and earth rotted varying wheel,

             thinly erect,
                                   stolen face from stars known,

   false hair hiding self,
                                               impure,

                               mysteriously lost on fluffy black, grey, white pillows.
 
     Dripping down through these pillows falling only to become lost in these pillows once more.

                                             Sweetly retrospective dream with issued denial of masculine form,

                             lacking presence and always wanting but not knowing.

Nonsensical

Satin lining, Silver Panties, Angry Swordsman, Fluid Madmen.  

Alpine for lost love, chopping down the pining trees.  

Biting my neck, chewing your blood.

Eating your beauty with a wood carved spoon.

Falling seas, dripping skies, humid deserts, frozen clocks

The birds cannot fly but the fish do just fine.

Breath is limited by the imagination

Breath should be taught

Breath is stifled

Suffocated by a lying ass and beaten by a stiff trunk.

Shuffling cards never seems to work

Burning cardboard and eating the ash would be the perfect fit.

Although its fleeting and time is lost at least eating you will suffice.

Eye See

Salivating angst on a clowns dead smile,

                         Laughing and tearing out his eyes,

If seeing is believing no sane man would keep their eyes.

           For who would really want to see ones eyes torn from their socket?

                                           Squeezing, rubbing rolling eyes in the palm as if they were some ancient tool to relieve stress.

                             Perhaps some good could come from having these eyes.

Questioning

The mortal is falling, time is an illusion.  

People waiting but waiting is non-existent,  

Is this mortal simply suspended in time and space or is he non-existent?  

The laughter filling the closets of my broken down womb are filling me with anger.  What fucking animal intruded upon my space?  

The lingering moment of irrelevance is laughing at me as I get a grip upon its throat to reign it in.  I have no idea where it will lead me but I find my drum beat will give me sanctuary.  

The laughter is getting stronger and I cannot take it, this hell hole of sanity is breaking, I fear one day I may be free from this sanity and I will no longer…..

No longer be what I ask myself as I look through the mirror.  The empty space that lies beyond is perplexing in all its imagining and I have come to believe the mirror is not real. 

These images flashing through my mind have not waned as I have seen fit, yet they have made a home within my heart.  

How can we be without, but feel so full? 

Is it simply filled with gas?

AVID

TRBM

Clinging onto an ice cold bar, Traveling dismal beams of uncouth thought.
Leaving a fortune in my holey pocket, Realizing my fortune will not fit.
Evening becomes brighter as I try to rest, Balancing on this ice cold bar is surely not best.
Veering alleys of whipping madmen, Messages of fame, must be calling me a twit.
Everything is sideways, or is it all in my head?
Reasoning seems to be lacking as if my brain were molded out of lead.
Seasons are changing and my memory is like an etch a sketch, Travel through the magnetic sand.
Teeming with energy but getting pushed away, Realization of nothing gets shaken away
Understanding the time is not right, Balancing my ideas on the tip of a sword
Puttering stuttering nonsense of swollen mass, Messaging my memory as if the thoughts will stick
Illiteracy seems it would be a gift at this point
Dribbling puttering stuttering nonsense is making me want a joint

--Anonymous Teraist