brutal

souls
we ponder
close by
palm to palm
the quick
and free
open to
exploration
and dreams
of clouds
running
in search
of the
bright
light

5:44
how poor
we that make
demands
on course
we appear
blind
but the cause
of death
is simple

Tin
remember
beats
how fresh
and new
escape
the convicts
the mental
asylum
and reach
borders
without cover

Siren
does one
excuse
the Big City
for pouring
over their
cloudless day?

rocky
drifts of
wild birds
the noise beats
like broken wings
begging for food
on an endless
descent
towards madness

19
Flesh thick
and rubber felt
still staring at the wall

Imagination
careless books
how they make
reality seem wrong