Kickstarted

Expanded and unwound mind.

Deviation with a shame filled walk,

it’s plasma bubbles in a tank of thought,

where they merged and had my sanity trapped,

nuclear pendulum of massive dis-ease was the fact.

Now nebulous and scantily clad is my sight,

but I’ll find my way home though it be darkest of night.

Incredulous that it’s less real than a dream,

where logic ends, existence is black and cracks at the seams.

So pour me a round of that stuff they drink down,

that liquid ignition to confidence where rests a crown.

Smoldering with intent and delusions not realized,

kickstart your mind until it swims to the beat of life’s song.

The Final Argument of Lovers

Fickle sentiments with rusted diamond edges,

he said she said metronome bullshit breaking waves,

dividing in measured wedges.

Diatribes and verbal lacerations,

hurt soaked souls harmonizing in

beatdown rhythms instead of conversations.

You don’t know the depths to which I’ve gone,

the lengths of patience for love

you feel mislead like this was a siren song.

The end is racing towards us brutal fast

the thought that hateful statements

might be the last interaction is the worst

a feeling like nails in spine

an unending panic attack.