Happy families travel

 The institute of family comes with the necessary activity of travel
the beautiful illusion of escape from the immediate environment
As if you can exit the very reality you've chosen to fill your life with
Into the car with smiles and shrieks and some sort of suitable season

a rare distration
Joy imposed
maps and accomodation
a day in the sun

over one hill into a new small well tapered city
all trim and cropped
show slim body and flop
pool side prim and proper

The path away from home
shameless escape
children's chatter
One family has too much and one too little

They'll pretend to live the same reality
from separate spectrums
shame and righteousness
good fuels for a mediocre journey through life

nonquestioning smiles and nodds
a trip away somewhere where luxury is uniform
excess acceptable, encouraged
behind the classic painting is a landfill of trash the size of a small planet

Yes shame is fuel
righteousness it's competent rival
the weather outside the car window in clouds and blue
sun coming on and off like a kid a at a switch

In a hotel room built over a working class cemetary
room service is a sensation in the lower stomach
phone goes to ear servile stream of sunlight chatter
a flow of shining water in their voices

The road that got you there rose and fell over hills
snow stuck to the land like babe to tit
like wheel to road
and when the sun did appear....

It just revealed the lack of perfection
That holiday makers either ignored
Or obsessed over like senile busybodies
heating up nursing homes with unlived rage

That heat

 heat has spread through the streets
like hot blood speeding through veins
whafting up huge clouds of hot humidity
swollen capillaries

heat hits the brow
sweat the interaction
heat hits the walking vagabond
who pretends not to feel the burn

Heat slaughters the cool
blunt and simmering
truthful and menacing
invitation temperature

To become one

 There is only one of you
becoming something
adorning yourself
what a plum

caught under the gaze of the moon
one of the things you promised yourself 
undone
a thing you promised not to do
done

The gaze your own eyes have on yourself
not of your appearance
but of what you live for
existance

A word close enough
that might describe you
a sentence affirmative enough
to make you want to live

The sunlight of darkness

For the sun was worshipped
and light was synonymous with god and life
dark unseen spiritual workers condemned as filthy 

The sun shines from within you
youll say its your heart
and I will remain sceptic

The heat from your stomach
breaks down food
energy and minerals fix into organs and muscles

Youll say that the sun resides in your heart
That kindess and empathy are your hands
but are they on your tongue when you lie this moment?

clothes are important an appearance game
and how we dress our true forms in words
Words into attire woven from pure lies

The sun shines out of you, you swear
family photos and fantasies of perfection
yet at the heart is interest

personal profit in all currencies
attention, recognition, security
but no sunshine

we are busy inventing ourselves
condeming the compost in others
ignoring their own need of rot

Yes verily in the darkness
That is where the seeds are
ignored and rotten

the sunshine is not in your heart
you cannot walk there
the new energy is from the darkness within

That darkness you condemn
with the conviction of a rugged priest
is the same darkness granting you life

to flaunt your beautiful lies

The price of your excitement

 you pass the pylons
Long lengths of vacant green land
it screams at you to build something
Then to a huge intersection

where a makeshift office was built
to collect money to invest in great works of chaos and corruption
To make the city existance a random game of luck
excitement from a people obssessed with lottery and chance

tax and little payments that are collected 
by overexcited misguided adolescents
That percentage of the money spent
it's a fruitflavored shakedown

They don't wear uniforms as they demand the tax
But you can see badges on the chests
company name emblazened, next month it will change again
their names in tiny print

Pine dreary

 Lost inside the hillock pineforest
Dim morning light singing sleep
the floor a thick carpet of needles
strange mushroom forms have slowly erupted

Colors and forms in the fungus never seen
Intertwining like strange veterbrae
The day dimmed still more
The dank moist air accumulating

Darkness enshrouded this underworld
manifesting as lullbies to induce deep sleep
Comfortably over the soft needles
sinking in

A fork in the road

 The mother and three children sped off in the car
The husband holding onto the thin trim above the car door
then falling off almost tripping over his running legs
The children's faces neutral

A fight broke out between them abruptly
then suddenly stopped
they looked upon each other as if they were sharing one brain
separation on a highway

they couldn't understand
For there was no dialogue
no arguement, not even a good bye
Just a severance of everything

Icecold and shocking
troubling and mysterious
one cut and the family was separated
never to rejoin