Tanks of Rust.

verge of death

end of hope

foreshadowing clarity

discrimination of the soul

hole in heart,

eternity growing larger

plain to see my eyes are gouged

spoonfuls of indigence being force fed

asleep at the wheel pondering dreams

conjuring thoughts of malodorous things

violence in my blood and daggers in my genes

pyramids of laughter being silenced by the scene

victimless crimes the infamy of design

the temperature festoons the highest line

covered in rust, dust, and slime

can't find the strength to get up and climb

eighteen wheels moving fast

pick a ride and follow the tracks

i'm heading out of here on straw that breaks backs

last lap and final coat, tell me where to shack

i set my self on fire for your capricious posture

now not knowing what to do, i sit and wait

drinking quickly to erase the pain of silence

no answer when questions asked and that's the issue

send mail to get mail, i wasn't expecting this.

ashtrays on the third planet swell to the size of seas

burning trees with souls filled with disease

filling whole hearts with cement, i no longer believe to repent

pills of anger and solicitations from beldams

posing no threats but causing all to reinvent

bedlam in the kitchen, sorrow in the cement

cement in the heart, violence in the blood,

pain in the water, relief in the whiskey,

it's not the sun, and it's not the moon

it's right in-between the stars and the fingernails

the expanse of nothing

agoraphobia and my deepest concern.

open ocean

haze at night

backwards image

mirror in the hallway

pens and paper for Yves Tanguy

a kiss to Matta

love letter to Georges Braque

and thoughts about Van.

and the one thing i'll never have

i have eighteen minutes left...

dress me up in plastic.

~Does anybody know?

Love,

Digress.