A Friendly Shower-Cloud
By Jonathon, Token, & Baron P. Mortuus
Just pay me in doubts, overtime -
because...
Perfect teeth neighbor a filthy tongue - playing
the chords that vocally rake me from usual nature.
Passion in hate is un-debatable, so I only measure
the attendance of my emotion, truant.
One clock glides in circles around this eternity;
future sutures are unfound & worthless in time,
when a bind is created
the wound is already mended and scabbed over -
demolishing all hopes of closure.
Hold my hand…
Feeble fingers attempt to sustain
a grasp on a firm conclusion.
Hand & mind coordination crumbles
once more with each faltering fact
that beats an unwelcoming tune
against my heart and sanity.
Coming to grips to allow
this reality to become just
another fairy tale of many,
hinder all possible
sunshine filled endings
as this cloud of confusion
builds my resentment until
it overflows into all aspects
of my relevant being.
I'm drenched with tainted showers
of artificial pleasures & authentic pain.
Look at me…
I guess you’ve noticed;
my patchwork of thoughts punctured through
each bland material etched with cliché terms
phrases past their prime and ideas long rotted.
Clasped hands don’t grasp anything but themselves
so each dream fell as a million little imaginary raindrops
each droplet jumped off without inhibition
an orgasmic snuff- killing ones dreams isn’t really that hard;
You just don’t do anything...at all.
Be blind for a minute…
Past compulsions; memories
friends, lovers and friendly lovers;
where are you all now? Et tu Fate
I sat with a cup of tea in hand;
under a forgotten umbrella.
My Rose tinted spectacle long broken
and as I sipped the tea- for a moment;
it seemed all of my friends were with me.
But it's just me and my shower cloud...