The Atlantis Suite, or Alienation Isn't Just A Byproduct of Drug Use

Of Rainy Days, and Troubled Eyes

this prize fighter,
this bull,
a mountain of fury and
passionate unremorseful violence
struck me as ghastly
and cleaned out the last chance I hoped
for and held to
yes, requests for meaning fell
and if I don't feel anything at all,
then what to make of me? Then what to
classify it as? With the whimper
and waning of all history
weighing down my demeanor
is it surprising I clamor for the
warmth and
finality
that sorrow brings?
Push
away these ashes, for I've incinerated
every bridge I've
constructed.


I Love You Negligence!

Speak from the heart
but try
not to let that slit throat be of
too much
burden or
difficulty to you.
Speak up now! Its getting harder to hear
you
through this fog and shadow
the admiration that was bestowed upon
you
for being such a straight spun
weaver of consequence and insight
is now being exposed for what it is
a shield of lies, a sword of misinformation.
Use them! Use them!, The crowd
screamed, hoping that another victim would fall
at your hands, but not this time.
Failure is the only thing you'll taste
on those sweet lips.
Sleep well.