a box of cold blue steelsleek and keylesslocks are uselessthe flame's gone outeasy to hearthe restless rustleinside cordate shapesskip a beatdemand releasedesires die in timemanufactured memories spell quick relief

  Fantastic midnight.The mind takes flight and all possibilities play out at once.Suggestions appear on blank canvas.I pick the vision that pierces my skin, draws me in.A language is born of moonlight.

volleys fallshort of the targetan attempt to parsea dry exchangeof complex ideasmarried to wordswith no meaningsfast and looselogiccollected and sortedbundled as tinder andsold as the truth

  stipe and pileisearch for signalsin the skytubes, gills, ash,drift by

  i sing songs no one wants to hearspeak and write words that have fallen out of fashioncan't even call it passionit's an irritant just below the skinstories like vines strangle more reasonable ambitionswon't you pay for my dreams to come to fruition?tenacity is beating my head against the walland counting it off in 4/4…

  Ova float and wait for the knock on the door. Viviparous. Oviparous.A cell is breached.

present and counted. each word is a building block. construct a world that holds no bounds. future and past become the stream. give meaning to what is felt and remains forever unseen. never is there a moment that was.

In the trophy case On the arm of chanceThe lead role in an unattainable goal High up on the shelfA parlor game stapleSpotlight burns bright before the last act Nothing comes close to opening nightWe vie to catch the critic's eyeAnd tremble when the ineluctable reviews roll in "…she stood as mere adornment in every…

hidden in the thicketwild and unrulytemptation unwindswisdom refinesa lifetime of knowledgecoiled upready to springturn away the urge to groom the unkemptthe overgrownembodiment of experience

  Dear Tastemaker, I mark your movements from my cozy lairAnd find your sun saturated sycophancy Blinds me with mad despair LOOK AT MELOOK OUT Predictability rushes in through the vents Deposits mounds of sweet distractionI consume my way through a stockpile ofSupersonic need