Shame, Triumphant

Mouth full of moths burst open into the midday sky

Full eclipse of the hollow lies, and ex lives that flutter into the great beyond. 

Piss and vinegar swirl through the veins that comply with the ways in which they were made.

A mood cocktail of fiery semblance that burrows into the indents on foreheads that glisten ripe with sorrow, and woe. 

Contrary to the facts that interject not allowing one to trust their own perception becoming a netting of relative humor that is too close for comfort it hums charming the dinner guests of none. 

Bakery windows swirl in cinnamon flare as eyes pass like portals in the backs of minds like fleeting willows dancing in French opera.

The smells of adrenaline smokes from the pores as faces ignite in sunlight that 3-D prints our joyous agony shimmering points of view reddish, orange, purple, and subtle variations of blue dance on the tips of summer.

Pressure closing the pause into now sweeping declarations vibe in cautious grains of pain that simmer on the sidewalks bright sunny day. 

No guest books, no reservation, just the middle cavity of the mind rocking back in forth pressed for time it doesn't have.

Scooped out of the cavity checks that deemed to dangerous to fly, and left for the birds eye from the 6th floor up.

Caution rolls into lazy thunder prompting the static legs, and age to run into the suite life too quickly.

Hauntings of the same re-runs glints in the cortex a short circuit as the same familiar synapses slowly fade.

As the wails of of someone who was born in the wrong place, at the wrong time born to be apart of the scenery, a season spook, haunt, spectral delusion of self.

Pilot episodes were cancelled mid flight, as the standby terminal blinks out it's house lights for the last time.

Slow exhales, the noose extends, the curtains close.