sharpest strands of daylight
bleached my night tan
wholesome red and brown.
stripped clean of the unwholesome.
the choking, the decaying
another moon laced night
chasing dragons down the streets.
silver kissed necklace of shadows
menacingly beneath the stars
slipshod grasp on tenuous reality
fast as a bat, never to be caught.
dusty and beaten by self
unwelcome openness of daytime
have jobs and families
go do things
and have fun of their choosing.
always a sick, nasty bitterness
the way I’d look at the crowds.
moments when shame carries
the day and
bitterness over the injustice,
septic and worsening, a brain
beneath the heat of inquisition.
A Cadillac of
contempt would sit, shining
corneas of each purple smudged eye.
self-loathing and concern go awry,
as hate and desire as disgust,
and fear out as arrogance and disdain.
seconds as the world creaks,
way out of the decadence of night,
into the tittering joy of form alive.
surface to touch and manipulate
that allows for a connection across
other world imbued with shiny smiles
teeth not doing unspeakable acts.
moments when the sickness begins,
of your skin to notify and alert
caring to notice of your diseased being,
than status, your unworthiness.
the defining moments that show
strength and fortitude you want,
have the opportunity tell the world
piss off, I make the next choice.”
the skepticism pandering to your
acceptance of what life has become.
the moments when the shear grit
simply gut out the next series
decisions, knowing how much it will hurt
it, owning that the deeper down
the higher it will feel at baseline.
finally disconnect from the grime
to breathe untainted air
the radiance of sunbeams
wealth of happiness that soaks
beneath the blue painted sky,
there is a startling
awareness, an epiphany,
a closure to
doubt and a recognition,
sobering up is just getting high in a new way.