It was wild, in my world
tonight…(These) weren’t just everyday,
tracers and loomers, eye was seeing-hulking
figures, (that) stand idle, but always
conveniently, barely visible, to
me and my wasting peripheral vision.
Casting shadows over my task
at hand-my stomach
knows, that enormity, is not
the only oddity-I don’t want
to see. Twisted and malformed creatures,
(with formative dens, in
the darkest, deep places), have always
sought comfort, in
my hallucinatory worlds. But these
unfortunates; low down, drooling, perversions
of a sick and hopeless world, well….
After observing them for (what
may well have gone into tomorrow);
I give them the title of
‘full-on-runners-and-peekers’.
[Psychotropic worlds, “they”
write prescriptions to remedy, are
seemingly adaptable-I live in
them, quite comfortably]. (I think
that), this is just a natural course
of my suddenly, (more often,
sullenly), misplaced sobriety. My
attempts to describe, the
things I see, daily, (through disrupted
senses), are pale and ordinary.
If only you could see…through my
red, eyes-through dulled,
binocular vision, (vibrating,
my very core, to its already
unsteady foundation). If only
you could feel…through the castor,
black walls of my
(broken-reconstructed-but-still-
unmended), heart. If only
you could process…these images,
through my limpid, stripped
brain. (Always misfiring, and
blacking out, in dizzying attempts to
function). It’s horror show
fiction-as real as my own
reflection; ultimately imprisoned,
within the confines of my tired,
old soul…unimpressed by anything ,
anymore.
It’s not frightening,
or even
unusual. It’s
just another flight,
through the crevices;
the urban
slums, my rural home-
stead…day and
night. A place for
my imaginary
friends
to fight…
My World.
Tails 