At the thing

 She took her cake and ginger ale and started greeted me.
I braced myself for some small talk.
Just a few words exchanged I thought.
The barrage of questions came starting with...

What part of town are you from?
Oh down east.
That sounds like a thrill.
hmm.

And then the woman moved on.
with the slight awkwardness of a fish who had missed its prey.
Maybe I should have asked her too, you know like reciprocity?
Snack in mouth, then another few seconds of small talk.

The tedium chamber.
Little sweet formalities.
Energy draining nods and considerations if greetings would fall well.
They never do so mute lips and averting eyes will do.

Puppies and full grown zombies

 The puppy resists
It is relentless
it's energy never runs out
It fights its own limbs

It bites and bites
wearing down its teeth
But they just keep growing
Everything is tooth and scratch marks

saliva and chaos
the football fanatic love it
They sell their mon to friday soul
To be the state's imps on the weekend

Their neglected dogs destroy the house
While they drink and scream like retarded zombies at the stadium

Foom(fast take off)

 The green gas poured out of the ground.
And everyone surrounding around the city started choking. 
At the highest point the last of the stragglers hid. An army comes to finish the job definitively.

The concrete block was heavy
Waiting behind the antechamber
Arms raised the sentinal enters
Concrete block impact puts him out

Then it's to the rubble to hide
removing other blocks of concrete
To hide the lifeless body
Covering it up for now

Then on to opening a spot for myself
Burying myself in a fallen wall
As the footsteps come toward
So far so good

Alas gas pours through
affecting the light
descending on the remains
Into lungs

Camouflaging the departing souls

God and the mirror

We came into your world
Expecting to go forth righteously
Life is an effort and God is a mirror
His image pure impatience

We sat on the sofa of wasted time
reread our unfinished goals
Our unfulfilled purposes
God is a mirror reflecting dismay

He stated the obvious
with hampering inference
We took it to heart
And he mimed it from behind the glass

He sat with his billion achievements
poked and mocked our lack there of

made us dance and become gullible
Until we believed we were his reflection

And that he was not ours

Authenticity and barf

 upchuck from floaters
Nothing i write is original 
It's hook line and sinker cockamamie
They say there is nothing original

I s there authenticity

Were the greats right

would he spit on me today

barf up their real time incidental vocabulary

Upchuck with floaters
Not very authentic his stale alcoholic ghost says
He laughs himself back to hell
Turns as he boosts off and tells me im a poser

I barf up a metaphor I admire

tweek and bruise

get another year older

convince you I'm for real

Upchuck and floaters
Ona margerine swamp
queues of misunderstood talentless artists
In line for the non event

Face value

 The face loomed before me.
You are not good enough to recieve, it said.
Then repeated it.
Do you think you are entitled to anything in this life son.

They dug inside but couldn´t find any value
The face gets closer and says
You don't deserve this
You will be cut off

So cut off we are 
Cut off we become
Are these people playing victim
Little price tag with the numbers rubbed out

A big zero

When the helmet falls

 The helmet falls
i'm wounded
I sit by the woods edge
counting the seconds of life 
Then blackness

Pulled away from one reality
sliding into another
far from the battle field
The last breaths dragging me back
between two realms

Then all at once flung between the line of life
Into full death
Into the other place whole and abandoned
sitting inside a tea colored cloud
swirling up around me

Whispering thousands of questions
Questions I myself might ask
Out of the corner of my life I caught an angel
It flashed into shape and light behind the smoke

Like a frog upon a rock
All purpose zero form
Just observing me observe it

The tea colored fumes dissipated
And the inquisition began

The smoke was comfort, the angel truth