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

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

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

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

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

.
unborn words encircle my neck with pointed...

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

In the sigh of sequential circular winds,
I hear the pit patter pat of tiny cat's feet...

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

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

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

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