My heart is racing
and I wonder if
paranoia would be better
than disappointment and long
worn melting emotions
feelings drained out when
I do not expect
and leave my back exposed.

I'm tender
and crispy around the edges,
sliced apart and fried
like ill done potato chips
raw and rotting in the middle
ashes crumbling to dust
at the ends.

The candle light has dwindled
to two small points in the night
glowing eyes set above
the dull stalks of the holders
in the dimness of the evening.
So little could have been done
yet so much has been.

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4/30

Deep breath in
and exhale to the
tune of a starship's manifest
It's time to prove that there's
something still moving in these
depths beneath a long still pool
My currents turn ripples to
waves across my surface-
is it time to come up for breath?
The light scatters and dances
stars where waves peak
and I rest my burning eyes.

________

3/30

vestigial existence
these chemicals that flood
the channels that

irrigate imaginings 

and movings beneath

smooth plains.

My continuance a

remainder of the processes

manufacturing culture

until we collapse in upon 

ourselves—

vestigial existence

the key to endurance

if I can survive the now.

_________

2/30

Tethered and tender
bound am I
to this framework built
from gut string and bone
upon the drafts that
chaos wraught in
a past imagined by
bespeckled men whose
bones now molder
under deeply en-mossed
artifice.




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1/30