A close friend, is what I considered you. Your words left me a state of doubtful shock. Your words you uttered without much ado: “Really? That’s surprising, we hardly talk.” --- The demon The demon who’s arms splay out to reach you. The demon who has caught so many before. The demon who will catch so many after. The demon who does but not out of malice, but because the demon does. The demon who leaves you withered, tired, alone. The demon who you look at. And wonder if. The demon you ask to slow its pace. The demon you try to outrun, and grows closer. --- Financialization. To take what is and make it worse Abundance, to ration. With sleight of hand I fill my purse. Woe in pain, sick nation. Charged once and paid the fee as well. Keep your sense, keep your cents. For should you slip I shall take all. And do without pretense. --- Those who whisper Did you hear about that woman? And the things people said? Did you see her life misshapen? And see the tears she shed? Your useless chatter is a blight. And nonsense you hold close. When behavior is the topic: I still hate you the most. --- Interesting One must take caution with boredom. For interest, one yearns. To fill voids of your life-full gaps. Who asks is he who learns. Hold twisted bowels and claws knife sharp. Being beaten, one could. There are many ways life unfolds. And few considered good. --- Rocks Growling, rumbling. Murmurs below. Before a mountain crest. Sinking, falling. Into darkness. Me, the unwelcome guest. --- The scapegoat It could solve all of our problems. If only it were gone. And when captured, we humbly ask: Hanged, quartered, and then drawn. No greater joy for the coward. The stupid, and the dull. No greater fear for innocents. Our great city of null. --- Truth Seeker I have formed my own opinion. Knowledge water. Mind, wet. Seeker of truth, lover of facts. I speak it, and they fret. I know I’m right because I am. And even I agree. That if you were able to think. It would be clear to see. I’m never wrong, the world is wrong. It’s twisted and disturbed. I know I’m right because I am. I never am perturbed. Rejoice! Reality lovers! The world is much more clear. Who knew that all of life’s secrets conformed to my idea?! --- Nails Always thinking of my toe nails. I think of them all day. Growing. Feeling. Sensing. Tingling. I must rip them away. --- The Machine Whizzing churning, buzzing, crushing. The machine carries on. Guts and bowels spill onto the earth. What was once has now gone. --- HEAT The cold metals now burn when touched. Ash lingers in the air. A drenched shirt on the workings’ back. The Sun makes one’s skin rare. No reprieve from gusting hot winds. Even shadows shall sweat. A bold orange sky conquers all. Summer collects her debt. --- THE MAN AT THE DESK You find me cruel, this I do know. For order is my name. Without me your world would decay. You’d have yourself to blame. So dot your I’s and cross your T’s. Everybody does it. A rigid cube is what I crave. Inside, I make man fit. --- HONCHO Loud yelling from behind thin walls. With a berating tune. Threats. Insults. Anger. Your colors. One thinks: “Let them die, soon.” --- Walking through ones own house as a stranger. Nothing important stands out. Staring into reflections only brings confusion. No opinions. No purpose. Senseless. Life or death? One can’t be sure. A distinction without a difference Dissolving into the air. Fizzing. --- Getting up in the dead of night. Wiping off old mucus. Carry you everywhere I go. Your forehead I will kiss. --- THE CROW Sudden bird screeching fills the sky. I turn to it and see. A crow perched upon a roof top. A nestling in its beak. --- Swery65 Amazing ideas, Starts. Premise. That quickly falls apart. Why can’t he ever get it right?! SWERY!!!! You break my heart!!! --- Sores. Every adjustment is vital. One inch gives and it takes. One must turn sides every hour. Hard floors, where the back breaks. --- FINGERS Ten fingers I see in a row. With, fat, tendons, and veins. Bones. Flesh, flowing blood, and wrinkles. What they have done, brings pains.
