Profiles in the dust. Shadows evaporating in the echoes of goodbye. A second hand tapping in strict obedience to the sky.
The television's crackling, seething with an artificial fire that spreads out across & envelops this frail leaf of silence

An incessant flash of cameras drown the moment in monotonous regularity. Lines of teen beauties shuffle in anticipation of manufactured dreams

Knuckled hours proclaim the time of waiting too long. They punch at the haunt of air that muffles the chatter of thought.

Antiseptic eyes roll w/her intimate confession. Blond conditioned jasmine scented hair is flipped back over a shoulder

Impossibly blue eyes glance over her blouse & skirt. A tight jaw & fabricated smile are offered. The girls dreams convulse in the brutal truth

Cosmetic shuffles of meaning resonate with the starched white collar of shirts. Mechanized spontaneity elicits laughter from the morning audience

Splintered through with spectral observations he grew gaunt with the presence. Clothed in obscure unities of vocal families, he wandered the woods alone.

It Takes Both Rain & Sunshine To Make A Rainbow

We're all dead, caught in the crossfire of Heaven & Hell. This is Purgatory if you haven't come to realize it already. I'm assembling a ladder out of bones, bills, tears and silence. We are like those ghosts that think they are still alive...Go to the light...Go to the light. This confused cluttered place isn't home. It overflows with tattooed monsters & sweat. This is not where I belong