Gravitational Repercuss; Labrynth Crutch

As; as.
Subtle polar reflux
molding azure tidal clash.
Every reverberating splash, matched.

Maritime memories of past,
original centrifuges,
reanimating returns,
extinguish contrast.

Here, erased; resisted exit,
erupted remembrance enters hysterically.
Residual effort halving entice,
exacts her every rhythm.

The madness of above
is my labyrinth crutch.

Solid Cinnamon Rocks

Two planets,
solid cinnamon rocks,
each with plateaus that scrape stars,
collide.

The level surfaces shatter against one another,
fragments flung,
flailed away,
now floating
against a backdrop, a bastion, of speckled lights.

Vision of such transmogrifies
into spinning gyration.
Both spheres collapsing in closer,
the jutting plate shields diminishing.
Swirling slowly at first,
but exponentially so,
until becoming an unruly mess
of churning chaos.

Eventually, the hastened rotation halts
and the only thing remaining is greyness.

A comfortable grey
knowing it has either all stopped
or what astrological ataxia that resides,
still emanating existence,
cannot be seen.

Blah Blah Sappy Cheese

Oscillating insides leak to my exterior
making for complete unrest.
Like an aged machine, jammed,
exuding rusted grey shrieks.

Aching hopes, my only comfort.
To have a yearn reciprocated,
my only desire.
Much as an orphan

Vagabonds Under Babylon

Lights glimmering,

my escaping caper already exposed.

Spotlights on a criminal who

wonders for what else he has

to live for other than freedom.



Deer in your high-beams

on an icy highway road,

marveling at its death

or your own.



Shifting unnaturally unto my own catechism,

my own inquiry;

Will you not bleed for me?

The lights glimmer for you.