Eternal Grey scale

Waiting for the sun to arrive.

Above the stables, and along the drive.

Rain clouds wrestles along my brow and in all that I do.

Guiltless flumes arise from the arabica, and straighten neck ties.

Dreams of youthful visions of growing beyond the yard bubble from the drain.

Rats racing to be the first to align their frames to flush themselves down the toilet that swirls generations but never builds the bridge to gap the flood waters that only desire more.

The intrusive thoughts always arrive on time, chasing us down in headlights through the night time of our daydreams. 

Dreams of catching bullets with teeth while tasting the steel and heat as the world spins further out of reach cheers to take the plunge, or eat that gun become a useless prize low hanging fruit saturated beyond taste.

Familiar haunts frame the shot, as they look so good on the outside.

Frost tipped dreams of the alternatives caution but tease the rain soaked glass.

Stone stares bend into thousands of miles of life that bend always missing the mark.

Flashes of joy sprinkle, fading light dims the grey scale

Shorelines lap the rest

Haunting waves never crest.