Slammed are the facts with nauseating drills of...
two minds coerced into careful conflict...

Decadent tree grew in loneliness,
twisted contorted shape; sheltered few...

Morning blurs with complicated swirls;
of muddy nausea sparkled in bright memory...

This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...

Thrown and ripped; torn and blistered -
an animals rage bores into beauty...

We play games like children;
white lies and hiding half-eaten pies...

Sit in a room; half-lit and half bit,
this was it - me and you; hell did we fit...

A tame brain;
recharging and recycling...