Hollow artifice, ironically surrendering, seriously
stationing paper doll houses, slinkily pointed snakebite
venom of eternity, puncturing the platitudinous
anchors chaining patriarchy, stone faces, mountain hollows
frakked for gold and frankincense, under the glower
cloudless blue forever, until it burns to see
what’s being done, that it is nothing until tomorrow
tornado sharks raining, spin one eighty
jesus christ it’s almost here, unstoppable endings.
Fear the fathomless hope, haunting dreams
whistling horror head holes, wicked banalities
whisper “never” sweetly, to be ignored
forever, fight with a smiling fist, into the mirror
frowning falsehoods, discover the dawn break
exterior startling, feelings dazzle the drunken
heart breakers, flash the bro faces blind
stumbling over footstools, existing as a hurricane
lighthouse unmoving, point the way to the soul.