A four-winged hornet
rests upon my pasty wall...

The belly of the sea lie cold and hungry,
until the creatures were fed to it's whaling...

Our last topic of discussion rests
on my lips like day old coffee...

I don't feel comfortable enough to call you...
And as we sit here in this room of nostalgic...

What scattered thoughts there are,
in the flutter of their wings...

Moving alone in the pastel darkness, they shake,
Reveling in their fortune, breath becoming weak...

Three eyes meet in the midst of many;
One never sleeping, yet always blinking...

I wake to feel my body stretched, violently strewn...
"Creep" by Radiohead plays on the...

I'm an eruption of color and madness,
Skating along the brink of sanity...

You emerge from things filled with spirit,
a mosaic nightmare...

Naked trees stand tall in winter, long with...
Collecting moments on their jagged arm decks...

Classified by generations of achievement,
You wallow in an ego taller than most vices...