The Operation

A box of lies, or hopeful truths. Contrived harmony.

A mime's construction and interpretation of some future.

Leave me alone, a declaration prompts a crack in the frame.

A mime's box of lies, hopeful truths in harmony.

Inside a clear hovering future, a fine-spun marble.

The box closes in on emptiness, on the composition.

The marble cracks, pressured by its lost significance.

Leave me alone, a spoken plea, a gap in the box.

Purple and blue glass threads pull apart, decompose.

The synched musical ensemble goes silent, marble gone.

The fat lady sang off key.

Operation complete.

maaaaag

it's amazing what we'll do for a little companionship. throw in the towel and give up a once easy smile for someone else's agenda.

you find that you can't laugh anymore, now that you have a selfish magpie in your ear. you can't hear what used to make you happy; can't hear it over that incessant twittering chatter. you couldn't if you wanted to, if you tried.

she'll buy you some cashmere, some small tasteful luxury; hoping to exchange it for what she cannot get for free. but that smile's not coming.

it's one for sorrow, two for mirth.

Snuffed: A Blue Movie

even your spiteful drivel is mediocre

and here I was thinking you knew me.

you couldn't color my insides

with the Glen Garioch of crayons.

you couldn't reach me

with even the devil as your arm.

so keep your words in your mouth

while I slowly turn around.

'cause here I am on the sidelines

making a soft porn of your snuff.

Us, A Complex Aggregate

The sweetest part of you speaks to the sweetest part of me, in essence.

Synched like the musical ensemble of some obscure operatic love song.

Purple and blue glass threads embrace us, immersed in a complex dance.

We are fine-spun in this "fantastic equation", pulling threads like harp strings.

We are the unification theory, made significant, each by the other.

My 10%

I wish I still had my old rock tumbler.

I would put all of life's ugliness and grit into it's great, big barrel.

I would spin it and spin it and spin it, until I was left with handfuls of semi-precious stone.

I would thread them, equal spaced, on yards and yards of golden chain.

You can wrap them around my neck tightly

and call it my 10% investment.