Case
Studies
Once I was making some tea,
As water boils,
I remember.
In a dead
society, she gave breath.
I felt my lungs
rasp in the postwar air,
Dusty graveyards
show my heart like a mirror.
No longer
hearing the faint music pass,
But screams, as
to hell we took our descent.
Sick cracks warp
vile shrieks like a sound system,
Lost, rusty pipe
drips angst like a nectar.
Cosmic city
leaks smut without censor.
Vague wench sits sweating via nerves and
shame.
Obsessed pope
claims piety of the rain.
Pine ghosts
whisper their long forgotten needs,
They ally with
yearning winds tense to breathe.
Sultry, filthy
air comes in epic storms,
I gag, sanity
hanging by hinges.
Each day seasons
the wounds, savory salt.
How does one
gage destiny versus fate.
Piles of mystic
impossibilities.
Weakness in
hiding, strength in surviving.
Cruel earth,
conceited, drowned in binary,
Morality died,
starving us for light.
Paint peeling,
cracked is your fortune teller.
Molten sunlight,
cakes of rock, ash and dust,
Friendly scars
on every inch of knowledge.
There is no decided
way on this plain,
Brokenness adds
texture, artistic frame.
I dip the earl
grey in and slowly stir.
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