Strayed Awake

Handsome collars pace in the back and forth of the radar.

It's so bizarre the hush, the keys, the locks so visible that no one can see.

Musk and mash swirls like spirits so rigid, and so declined hovering above the hollow coves of our hearts.

Humid is the climate and innocent among friends how did it get so dark these days?

Hidden desire floats on vapor trails writing the sky lines of the attics well hidden the missing pieces that we call for but no one can hear or see our desires that simmer on and off for life times.

Damned to doom and damned for doing the silence killed and is patiently brewing, and oh we cat walk this fine of being real, and being discovered the haunting of a past life, an alternative soul and a lover.

The aroma of the faceless, the unknown entangled from a chandelier that is mounted to a ceiling fan violently swinging into next year.

Haunted is the house as it's quiet pieces drift like passing logs, fragmented fogs that swiftly come and go like the lightning in summer nights that sing of a time when it was all the time but never will it pique. Unknown desires rise from these waters and fill each floor ankle bites at a time where we wonder if it's here or clear the coast is always hard to find. Faceless friends collars, hairlines that are one way and another no divide but daze, and haze confusing the atmosphere. Passion pits wolves against foxes ready to feast with kitchen knives holtered hovering and howling for something more that the hollowed hearted coves we all feel inside.

Somewhere here lives a boy that never wanted to know the wounds that healed in seasons years just penetrated through eyes and ears vented shows in drenched neon lights. Floating face down in an open tab of Shirley Temples, and smoke thicker than the pacts that we swear holding out for a day when we could exist in a playful hue that exiles generations of unwanted people. Washed away with evening tides houses dismantled, departs the layers overflow into a softer and bolder ways to die.