Lost in a Strange Realm

becoming something
we weren’t meant to
a parallel track sang in a dream

to the jewels in our eyes
faded
dulled by fear
and glowing
scree(m)ns

of the tears of
God
that have become toxic
polluted by Her own people

lost in a strange realm
between science and
faith and
space and
on the cusp
of a change
that may never

come
in an immaculate
ejaculation
built by a set of hands
otherworldly
& forgotten
broken by a set of hands
human
& foolish

we need to look back
at the parallel track
change the notes
sing a brand new tune

New Concrete Jungle

fictitious faces
painted in the color

of a red tide
too young to know

better
too old to know

change
feral creatures

still
after all this

time
we had all the tools

we just used them
wrong

monkeys in a new
concrete jungle

where the music
of nature

use to live
we

used to live
we have become

fictitious faces painted
in the color of a red tide

Nightmare Crawled Inside

I’ve dirtied a few shovels
before I knew I
was knee deep
in shit.

The ghosts still
linger
in my twisted
mind,
smiling back
at me.

The smell,
the smell is…
unforgiving,
but this is all
a lie and
you’ll never find
the body
to corroborate
my bullshit story.

I guess the gators
got the feast
we all were promised.

I refuse to be the person
I was
when I
leave this place,
so the ghosts don’t follow me.

Those cowardly dreams
of time
and impatience
waiting for me to die with them
can kiss my ass.