arc of the abyss

in the dark recesses of a deserted mind

dead remains are all you’ll find

remains long left behind

decomposing like a discarded rind

and there you’ll find me groping blind

searching for a space that’s kind

where i may lay the remains of my heart

that’s tattered, torn and ripped apart

failure fondles all my art

i’m the target, love’s the dart

that hits the bullseye every time

leaving me with fractured rhymes

which i ingest, regurgitate

and refill every empty plate

 

a spineless dancing daffodil

waiting for the plow that tills

everything within its path

requisitioned without math

i dream of things in the extreme

like a viral wordless meme

returning to an old addiction

writing words without prescription

unrequited love affliction

distant dances drenched in diction

negate all the near nirvana

dehydrate me in life’s sauna

means need not justify an end

the means alone i will commend

 

nothing is real say what you feel

you’ll never get a better deal

right now i could just talk and talk

back to my free verse and sidewalks

 

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