tattooed stitches broken with a single rust-licked kiss
from a childhood sweetheart long since dead inside
with a soul choked on amputated vision - reluctant astigmatisms
two hearts truncated - one accented indigo, the other scarlet
duplicated jigsaws designed to fit, yet the question is how
..and our pasts are stamped in white on opaque irises - invisible.


memory failure sedates the dethroned God and Lucifer
resurrecting makeshift romeos and juliets barred away behind mosaics
painted with scars and whispers of your name [in f.rag.me.n.ts] once more
despite knowing too well that life will go on, and i will survive due to human nature
how sickly - self-preservation disproves one hundred percent selflessness
and i realize how we are victims of our own greed; pathetic.


tricked into an alternate reality where black and white is dominant
facts are those that leave no reasonable doubt; no possibilities of anything else
start, finish, start, finish, start, finish, c.y.c.l.e
trapped in a translucent prison cell with no ceiling [no end] .no white.
and again i am forced to stare down
i am a self-made pessimist locked in my own world
unbelieving and unable to notice a key engraved with a mango butterfly
glossed and assaulted by a polish of transparent crimson and navy


lost on a journey to a dream [x-nightmare-x] of vivid phrases and glazed eyes
i've yet to recognize my ticket back down to earth, still defying gravity
but i am a poet, and i am built to see in monotonous manners
scripted as if i am nothing but a marionette created for the purpose of infliction
where i am told to reside in a house of havoc speaking words of false sagacity
an establishment with no end, no ceiling [no white still]
and im left in oblivion again
regurgitating regrets and dancing with devils.
(.i. s.p.i.t .g.a.r.g.o.y.l.e.s.)




for your loss.