Friday, April 22, 2016

imaginary blisters


tumultuous air surrounds

maneuvering as in the density of sputtering exhaust

regurgitating the toxic byproduct

spawned in the sights of compunction and self-declared vindication  

it shallows my breath

vitiating any sense of an ameliorated me

raw sting of inflammation’s cushion urges me out the door

taking the shape of this vapid day

smiles and quips when necessary

issued to fill the shoes of the usual occupant

concealing the attenuate veneer of my sugar coat

recently cracked by the hands which helped it solidify

emitting the ethers of this noxious paradox

attempts to access the depleted stores of grace and composure

as to avoid the shatter

Saturday, April 16, 2016

doughy

eyes caught in the qualm of performance
hazed by the supposed affect of pomp
visor brimming with disposition en vogue
coming to know
attempting to be




"You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing"