Jarred Hearts Up on The Shelf

    Center stages wrap around the throats tender and soft from years of inexperience, as the timing persuades the day light to hang around as seconds blur, and ticks one Mississippi's like country miles. Cosmic lights linger and the beat slips across the polish that shines on like crazy diamonds it all pulls apart at first breath.

    Nerves sizzle as synaptic fuses sparkle on in the contrasted dimness that swallows the air, and moisture that circles in real time parching the canonical frames of speech. Robotic jargon whistles like wavelengths stretched along in single file, as sanctuary lies behind fever smiles that peel over and over dead skin calms as it desperately flees the scene. 

     Crisis flows through veins but carries the scene further down stream as consonants emerge as make shift life rafts further seeming forever. The planets that swirl above begin to crash fracturing their global frames to shards, and dust that titanically sinks around silence comforts in this way as the void concaves further meeting like long lost lovers in the hue of midnight blue that crashes. 

    Lungs flutter along in the pouring rain finding shelter before the plane crash over and over never finding restitute. Inventing words that carry the flow over the edge of no return as the tune of heart strings pluck a melodic tune that begs for another chance to shine. The fleeting moments fumble forward along this inevitable fall forward the dam breaks and the words mar the waters yellow, orange, red, then black as they disintegrate. 

    Eyes fall forward as the black waters sludge as days old coffee falls like new moons under the midnight hour the purge flows to destinations unknown, center stage, the days are dying, big smile it's funny like a funeral as decayed frames shimmer with no resolve as we come to these dead trees, brown lawns, where gardens never had a chance to grow. As we are making sense of the kill the streets, and bones we knew settle where is the resounding hope?