Shackled to the sun and done with everyone, he...
I won't forget you but I still won't let you...

The bystander is self-centered,
a bleeding heart's betrayer...

paralipses stole her scent from me
freckled and white knuckled, numbly...

All the haunting hurts less
when I know where you are...

Floating to the sun
and said and done...

God, the fevered children,
narcoleptic kleptomanics...

Verdant patterns reeling
and feeling like a tree...

Splitting light and tentacles of grasping music,
oversight out of mind...

Latchkey chameleons throbbing with censure,
rapt with blurs and river-burning kraken smirks...

Don't do drugs, kids. They make you write away...
In a splintered cell of rhythm-snorting cynics...

You are a key. Life is a series of doorways down...
If god is what is powerful and righteous, it is...

We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...