Erected Existence

half-masted archaic insensitivity swallows the feelings of chaos that materialize in particles of atomic dreams

built in living rooms where god once crashed on the couch

you know the one 

over next to the wall

the one we used to cover up the black box of lies intended to reach him by osmosis

he woke before dawn

put his travelin/madman face on

grabbed a cup of coffee and told us

he was going out to find himself

rolling textures of middle class sensibility creep into my unconscious thoughts covering the walls with pastel

and fusion cleverly discovering the creation of self through the use of my clutched grip choking the truth

from myself trying to find the meaning of alone before he comes back and discovers.....

she was the life of the party

and no one could take her place

she was the life of the party

she of the suffering face

now she comes to you

like a divine tiger waiting

sniffing for the sweetest flesh

for consumption or mating

she doesn’t care

she doesn’t care

she doesn’t care which comes first

just as long as she plays

drop down

drop dead

drop to your knees

drop down

drop dead

come see me bleed

crucified

crystallized

terrorized

genocide

take away

another day

find a lay

forget the way

cash crop

ransom drop

clean up 

time to get a mop

someone find the hostess

tell her to get the waitress

he’s come to get another cup

and all the kitchen has is decaf

i guess it doesn't matter then

pay the check and on the road again

just don’t expect a tip

cause he’ll say he’s just a little thin

on and on it goes

damn it man you’ll never win

just give it up and go back home

don’t you know you were better off alone

isn't this where it all began

open up your squinted eyes

and start this whole thing over again