Imperfectly impositioned
Beyond fascination
Pinpoints steal my sanity
And the past
Isn't close enough
Behind me

Desolate

Wonder
As deep, dark blue
Of the night sky
Wide open
Like tomorrow
Anchors hold heavy
Annual aging
And the common misgauging
Of expectation
Will and might
Struggle and fight
Barefoot borders
Catalog misorder
In an easily found
Pile
That bears no reflection

Hum drum hours
Hum drum hum
Sweaty, itching, misunderstood
A veil of concrete
Covers gilded gold
Is it shame?
Is it psychic?
Is it just...
Putting parenthesis around
Bubbles of intention
Bubbles of confinement
Tis the foolish ideal
Super glue can mend
The broken
Or saying instead of doing
Ride it out
Heritage style
But somewhere lurks
The kinks that click
And get this
Old machine moving
Tumbleweed dreams
Dusty sheets
Overturned rulings
Biding the hum drum
With uncanny patience
And wanton periods
Counting the minutes
For lava
To molt
Yet another reel
Contaminate another facet
Before it becomes polished
Refined vs raw
An upright hunch
Fingers and thumbs
Trigger and guns
In half lit corners
Where shadows
should have been