Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2019 4:07:06 GMT -6
Ceramic eyes blink
from underneath a shaded hood.
Strings hang down,
one longer than the other.
Eyes look up toward a schizophrenic sun.
He walks toward static.
Toward memories fancied,
now a monster and now another
that feeds a hungry, gaping mouth.
Memories of this and that.
Now memories become a form of fuel.
A fossil fuel in sickness and in health.
Memories are tossed in and they feed this monstrous Deffenbaugh
that he (it) may rest for at least another one hundred thousand years.
Not all memories.
Some.
Some before insanity truly does take place.
Now strings pull and they pull tight.
The shaded hood in participation
closing in, closing out.....closing off.
Now there are only ceramic eyes.
There is purpose.
There is work to be done.
And after all, pain can be controlled.
It has no place in the gist of things
and does not matter.
Deffenbaugh (the dumpster) is locked up once more
and we have crossed the lot leaving him (it) to be.
To digest the sacrifices until another must face the wrath.
Now it is time to go in.
Time to work....perform.
Ceramic eyes.
Ceramic eyes.....
forgetting how to cry.
--msl2019
from underneath a shaded hood.
Strings hang down,
one longer than the other.
Eyes look up toward a schizophrenic sun.
He walks toward static.
Toward memories fancied,
now a monster and now another
that feeds a hungry, gaping mouth.
Memories of this and that.
Now memories become a form of fuel.
A fossil fuel in sickness and in health.
Memories are tossed in and they feed this monstrous Deffenbaugh
that he (it) may rest for at least another one hundred thousand years.
Not all memories.
Some.
Some before insanity truly does take place.
Now strings pull and they pull tight.
The shaded hood in participation
closing in, closing out.....closing off.
Now there are only ceramic eyes.
There is purpose.
There is work to be done.
And after all, pain can be controlled.
It has no place in the gist of things
and does not matter.
Deffenbaugh (the dumpster) is locked up once more
and we have crossed the lot leaving him (it) to be.
To digest the sacrifices until another must face the wrath.
Now it is time to go in.
Time to work....perform.
Ceramic eyes.
Ceramic eyes.....
forgetting how to cry.
--msl2019
