Dark secrets flickering in open, night Lurking behind closed doors anonymous Ambivalent airplanes that have taken flight Unaware over the decay in endless fights As pressing tires rumble along the crumbling Streets, bumbling motors spitting stagnant Running eternally adrift over open air
Riding alone on subways In the rip roaring calm Roaming the constant city.
Playing that song out loud For too long while pretending There’s nothing wrong with it.
As nothing and nobody quits Each time I sit in a metal box Twist, and turning as iron burns Stainless steel tracks squealing In tunnels painted black As there’s no looking back And yet, you can’t stop staring.
In cracked mirrors Reflection When doors slide open, You’re taken aback. You step off
Descending back to fetal positions The ocean of time turns from tie dye To black and white through the eye Of the needle fantasizing commotions Needlessly devolving back and forth Beyond the highs up greedy outposts Designed to extinguish hope for most As a future ghost dystopically dissolves Some dreams aren’t designed to leave in
Combating contemplation Erasing all inner debating Conflated by my last mistakes
With nothing left to take Away from this last day Tracing fading tracks Along a roadway forgetting A continuous lifetime’s worth Of rusting road blocks erected
Long wandering a way’s trek Till I find that appropriate sign Saying it’s alright to fall in love again
Too busy tearing myself apart I can’t stand the insider glance Can’t stand such passing chance Can’t stand the rough rough dance Refined condolences lasts in lost romance
Who, what, where, why What do they mean? I’m cashed out clean In my dreaming schemes Rendered foils of toiling Around to blank sounds Dropped while raining.
After fighting for that spot Given to restraints infinite refrain Continuously taming lost loose shock Before returning to cheap comforts Found in precarious self-containment
Subjects spewed held back words In sequence, all at once.
Where a frame of mind That’s unable to discern Whether anything is good or not. But it’s just so raw and honest Despite it seeming like nonsense Upon an immediate first read or two
But only to leave yourself With a smirking grin breathing Through the smoking gun Of your mouth just a few hours later
She held old memories Of masculinity crossing Androgyny in his long hair Kept shiny and cleaner Than his troubled soul He’d repeatedly sold out For instincts he was taught To not feel nor think thus making Him such a walking contradiction
Glamorized retribution Readily achieved hope With transpiring ghosts From the past’s fortitude With an expiration date Crossed out to continue While spoiling audiences Retelling old stories hints Shutting down glorified doubt Singling out instilled habits Settling into institutionalized Sprouts of living situations Mocking harems to monarchs
Driven as masculinity whores The good luck bolstering an ego Selling out castles of vanity Rather than contracted leasing Madhouse conundrums Spinning to motionless living Popping tablets for madcaps Passing tragic lifestyles off As valid means of blind living Took a toll hanging off tragic polls Caught soliciting nuanced sincerity Before falling back out of bed
Surreal sarcasm settled dream sequences Built from humiliation screenings Conducive to illusion’s task force Growing a knack for finding meaning To fit in a suitcase cradling around With broken handles stained hope Multiplied recessive blue jeans Spawning discomfort giving ethereal Coordinates down desert highways Seeking pyramids on another continent Looking at directions, can you see it yet?
Double dip that chip for wet sensations Sensuality’s sin crumbled in silence Resembling rejection easier to make More than uncomfortable confessions Saving your receipts of the adulation You paid for separate from a hotel bill Colonizing town-to-town a willful self-obsessive Remarked to the deaf talk radio show host Forgetting the vehicle he was driving in Was last year’s model reminding him Of the long road trip complete and ahead In vast landscapes surrounded by nothingness
