Eerie Lighting

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

Elation is leaking out of Timothy, dramatically dripping from his frame, moment by moment. It’s always strange when this happens. I dab my finger into his face and allow the serotonin to form…

One of them stubbed their half smoked cigarette on the back of his neck. He screamed in agony, cried, and ran. Like he always did, pathetic Kevin.

They rested the casket upon their merry shoulders
As they shared friendly interactions through various body-touching
and danced in a cultic fashion
under the glimmer of the stars in the night sky.

Green envy poisons my eyes-
Salty nectar drips from the pupils,
Streams its way to the floor
and begins to stain the platform I stand on.

only ever peeking through keyholes
so carelessly drilled in the
overcast surroundings.

Moving to the
beat, the orphans smash their fists into the stones.

Progress

“Liberate for Oil!” The politicians scream,
as another solider is sent to fight for the American dream

Children wake

Statuses of flowing idiosyncrasies, paradigms of
dissolving self pity.

In an instant, he snaps out of whatever private act he was carrying out and tentatively strolls up to me. “There we go, you slimy little prune.”

Appreciation.

Also, aspirations of the future directs present thought on previously determined dreams, back to the past.

Realities melt into a trance-like-state, into bewilderment. A fantastical design of
conflicting egos…

The ambivalent frame of indissoluble
perplexity