Thursday, January 14, 2010

now boarding confusion

Distinctly distanced in disagreement, day after pills keep me in congruent agreement that shadow-cast sunlights are but a demeanor towards the crucial crux that balances our honesty towards the heartless, puss-filled fragrance of life's susceptible circumstance. Dismissed phone rings, banished to the bellows of an incandescent light's shout, a massacre in the streets below beckon shipwrecked curiosity and inhale the defunct notions of a past which are all that go down easily. SIGN UP NOW! MAKE MONEY! PARTY TONIGHT!: all the bells and whistles that find no wind to help life along. The ashen buildup falls, a calcification of dreams hardens and there are no TV infomercial answers.

A coward brought his broken system in a dilapidated box, water worn and aged with stains, it all seemed to be coming apart. The seamless dire straights followed, the pre-school glued memories of discolored cohesion, scraping at the falling pieces loosely connect the same cyclic speech of a vernacular worn away and frayed at every edge imagined. Peg-legged marathon hobbles forward, blind captives caught in a maze drawn in the fashion of failed ventures venting the very depths of a congested hope. Sickened by the very nature that speaks in bright tones, drunk with daylight, no place left to rest the battered elements of creativity. Punch-in to clock out all the irrelevant whispers wandering the confined buzz of a drug ridden demise. This relic could mislead the focal points erased by the cloudless sky. Wilting amongst the weather-beaten reflection.

Heroic inflection, notorious rejections, harmonic commotion, words defunct behind the shades of nod-off eyelids. Expressions of leisurely confusion rings specks of shunned galaxies hidden within heartfelt sentiments. Twirling, leaving behind the modus operandi to befriend a fading wind behind the enclosed state of the payphone booth awaiting demolition. The crumbling brink. The fading state of instinct. Vanishing amongst the queue forever building only to revise the ways of delusion.

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