10/23/09 2:24 am

watching legs in air,
patterns of nonsensical
and momentary charge
powered by illogical
hand tracers
followed in spot light.
clearing the table
and placing the bodies down,
naked and hot,
glittered and frayed,
shredded at the edges of vanity
in the midst of a narcissistic clusterfuck
at midnight in the garden.
somewhere in the sky
there are drawn fake meanings to life,
things that only make sense
as a fucked up distortion
of history,
a ruined natural sense of logic
extorted to a blown proportion;

escapism can be a delightful
re-entry back in to reality