In a Moment

Volcanic islands emerge in the center of the sea

Formed by fire and rock

Soon the growth arrives

And the grass encompasses everything

But in truth this is not the truth

This is but a lie they told

Turn on your television sets

Let the images float into your brain

And pass right back through

Like a ghost who can not hold himself up with a wall

As the same structure falls upon him

It's not too late to scream for sanctuary

Surely someone can help you through,

But let us not be hasty

There are still islands in the sky

That's what the doctor told me

When he said I was suffering from lies

They are formed by rain and air

They are not sound structures,

But neither is my mind.

This Has Always Been A Hopeless Struggle in the Sand Castles

Poised to fall through the floor the ghosts are holding on to the thin of the air
Attempting to break the trends that resulted in them being there
As their bodies fight over pointless and stupid actions
The former of what they were is staring down at the sight of spectacle
It's going to continue to happen just as it's happening
And there is nothing to be done to stop the forward progression
The coyote will yelp and howl in little barks
But the ghosts will still be stranded between the floor boards just two stories up
It's not fair to criticize them for they did not choose to die and be stuck
They tried their hardest to live, but the bodies below were already zombiefied,
Living out the mundane and foolhardy life as though they were still lovers in ecstasy,
When in fact that where undead flesh eating monster thingies,
Former reflections of a poorly kept former self,
So go on and objectify the whole world if it helps you to cope with the images being thrown at you
This scene will remain as it has been
Right under the nose of the social media
Where they alive were lying to the living though dead through the log in and passwords,
That protected their public secrets, 
No longer stuck with themselves having to figure out their own issues,
Now even if they were wrong they could state it just right to get every one to justify their mistake,
So they'd keep on making it, being reinforced by a bunch of idiots,
And be posted quotations,
Because they no longer had original thoughts inside their heads,
It's times like these that the ghosts do not miss,
and as they bare witness to their past aggression,
They look at each other with half cocked smiles of half asses amusement,
And shrug and say what the fuck are we doing here,
Let's just go our own separate ways already,
And that they are sorry.

Stuck, Trapped, Imprisoned

Haphazardly the individual walks between the lines

And oncoming traffic speeds by at 70 times

In his panic he charges left then right,

Trying so hard just so that he might,

Be struck by a speeding truck,

But with his awfully good luck,

He should not have even tried it,

Maybe if one more piece could fit,

But too many times the traffic as whirled by,

And too many times did he believe his lie,

Trying as he could to find the way out,

Instead of just speaking to what it was all about,

In the seasons to come,

When all the parts were at their sum,

He just sat down in the road,

Unable to be burdened by his load,

And there was no one who would destroy him,

He was going to be stuck looking grim.

A Nightmare of a Tub

I start the bath but only dip my toe in

I am afraid of a change in the tide 

As skeletal fish do swim against my thigh

As I slowly find myself sinking of my own design

I am ill equipped to master the art of being breathless

Cast into the abyss with a thousand jellyfish kisses

Tormented by the suckers of an octopus

Trying to hold it in, trying not to cause a fuss

One day in the edge of my tub

I see the plug that would spare me thus,

And try as I may, as with all my might,

I am willfully soulfully trying to fight,

The current is sucking me down and back again,

So that I'm tossed and turned and hardly know where to begin,

Urchins are stabbing slowly into my skin,

I'm bleeding out a fog about the bath as I'm drownin'

This is all so inconsistent,

Left toe pulled free of the drink,

I am satisfied and dry,

The wash room is emptied and as I stand their bare,

The sounds of the silence echo in my ear,

As nighttime serenades of ambient noises are all I can hear,

So I look into my blood-free bath,

And I wonder what it was that made me feel so afraid,

Of the creatures that weren't that that never laid

Siege to my extremities,

And never came close to puncturing the inner me,

Somewhere in my soul I know,

It was all just a dream,

But the reflex memory will not let me stay clean.