Contentment And The Daily Battle
The window’s glass plays
doorkeeper letting in the seven
o’clock illumination.
Chatter in reality and delusion link
together in perfect
conjunction.
Eye lids with wings lift and
land with confusion
of what was achieved in
fictitious serenity.
Feeling falsity drain
away.
A drastic attempt to stay in trance
fails as consciousness
smiles it’s undeniably
luring teeth.
Coming Undone With Posture(JOE)
Slumped in a chair with fabric coming undone,
the adolescent slouches in a chair depressingly happy.
He hopefully takes his final sip to reveal an amber
substance drizzling down his cheeks and pride. His eyes
shift into a darker shade of red, and his
ambitions are as hopeful as the glass that contains void.
The others in the room observe his behavior and dismiss it
in their own self interest.
The warmth and content he feels inside is artificial as he
sits slumped in a chair with fabric coming undone. But he
could not care less, and the generic happiness will suffice
until he next consumes.
From The Edge Of The Woods
With wine and hilarity
the assembly stumbles
over one another to
find hopeful
thrill.
At the foot of a forest
some disappear
through the wood’s purple shades
of intoxication.
Lips desire anything to
kiss.
Hands want anything to
feel.
Dionysus himself has never seen such
an imposing sight.
There goes the rest into the
woods.
To fight and drink and get lost in
sex.
They will float into nature tonight,
and refuse to ever
conclude.
Blue Couch and Red Light
Our castle was this blue couch.
When we would fall inside the pillows they would become
elongated walls of security, and our blanket
shielding us would alter into a massive drawbridge of
privacy. Our laughter was our own, and our secrets were
many.
The room was lighted with the glow of a television screen,
presenting characters and storylines we could have had less
interest in. Yet, the colors and flashing sparkle it
presented was strangely
gentle.
Leaving her and this world for a moment I walked down her
halls which felt like my own.
And at the end of the hall was a mirror that had never
seemed so intriguing. Above hung a holiday wreath shooting
out a gorgeous red light displaying emotion that happily
strangled me. The glance was perfect, and I would have been
happy never leaving.
And all was beautiful until a phone call.
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