And Reality Vanished
I’m dreaming…
Or maybe not:
rhetorical firestorms causing
My mind to burn,
and ebony yesterdays
are sinking into today,
dull untruths,
cover my
absurdities,
wolves sneering,
footsteps faltering,
aromas of death
slinking into noise,
broken promises,
discarded coffins,
and I am walking
through time,
all the
thunderous lies
trick me into a
guileless absurdity,
rundown minds
complacent in
ignorant simplicity,
lies floating
haphazardly in a
sky
of contradictions,
throw me into
abject anxiety,
causing reality
to vanish.
Unreality Beacons
Thoughts,
crumbling
inside walls
of emotional instability,
bruised and beaten,
pause on the threshold
of the imaginary.
The tired faces
on a homeless seer’s
Tarot cards, waver
like pages of prefabricated
untruths of a demented clown
pretending to be a politician.
Thoughts, rattling
like steel pellets
in an oratorical tin soup can,
enter my consciousness. They are
coated with illogical symbols
in a tattered copy
of Agrippa von Nettesheim’s ,
and for a brief moment,
my world stood still.
My thoughts,
frozen inside screams
melt in the toxic atmosphere
of today’s rhetoric,
forming delusions of political
unrealities.
I see politicians drunk
with self importance
sitting like pompous ravens
on telephone lines,
shining like yesterday’s
pale breath of death.
Where can I escape
to be free of this
ominous present?
Yesterday was too short
today is too long,
tomorrow could be nonexistent.
Memories like spinning
images of forgotten hope
live in the darkness of today’s chaos.
And today’s existential chaos,
is smothering reality.
The Brutalizing of Minds
Minds awakened
along shaking shelves of salt,
listening, unbelieving;
mesmerized with
lies.
A mouth full of blistering pain
in an acidic pool
of burning thoughts,
eardrums not believing lies,
belief barbed
with poisonous arrows,
eyes of stone,
unseeing.
Truth strangled in mire,
all traces of morality slain
inside a white-domed asylum
of stone,
where destiny drowns
in tears.
Chaotic thoughts,
the voice of dark shadows
removing truth
with sackcloth sneers,
blaspheming justice,
stepping on truth.
Innocence robbed
on the far side,
becoming undone
under the unseeing gaze.
The winding split
like mounds of red dust,
moving with an inanity;
hearts blinded
by wayward absurdities,
coined by a stentorian mind,
of a greedy,
ambiguous being
missing a soul.