it's hot.
dark outside.
i can hear them screaming. crying. calling my name.

it's all i can do to listen.
find the faint echoes clinging to the wind.

sitting here with a cigarette and whiskey colored voice.
protected by the false citadel of love's labor home.
just listen from a throne of bunched pillows and cast-away covers.
sounds creeping in on the curtain filtered darkness.
skimming the sleeping bodies to caress my ears alone.

shadows dance in the distance to a haunted melody.
i can feel their foosteps approaching ...
                                                               stalking
for some reason i never run - just. wait.
some bell tolls on imagination's horizon.
i would never understand this masochistic compulsion.

          all others deaf to banshee's keening wail.

it is only me.
waiting here.
for that tickle-torture smile.
elegance in words rasped somewhere beyond the limits of hearing.
inspiration's chide siren provocation excavating sheltered nerves.
seeping from beneath wraithly fantasy.
crawling over a nightmare's placid trance.

intention shares not its confidence.
element tidings mystery through anticipation's wait.
now the prophetic dreams begin.
mind without guidance creating its own journey path.
the harrowing construction of subconscious labyrinth.

what strange sentience unguided counsel creates.
free to roam the vast territories of uncharted solicitation.
anticipation drawing wild designs without form nor boundary.
barbaric cruelty the deepest of self-inflicted wounds.
sanctified disposition withstanding cruel barrage.
sinister challenge contained within every passing moment.
welcome distraction theorized in some internal struggle.

how long can the defenses last.
all too soon cracks spiderweb mirrored integrity.
sentiment cultivates expectation's tarnishing visions.
phantasms unmask themselves within the umbral waltzing gait.
sequestered detonation engulfing the murky gloom.

          and the fires rise unfettered.

finally, genius reveals itself the prodigal adept.
deadly grasp corrupts the filter of understanding.
conclusions are little more than a desolate acceptance.
midnight falls, blanketing procrastination's unfortunate mistake.
the sad resolution following tenacity's failure.

                    smoke obscuring conviction's blessed faith.
                    eyes close without the grace of sleep.

 

© .07.29.04. / .08.02.04. ~w.

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