[jurialmunkey]

…and they named him with defamation

Traitors and fiends, seemed devilishly hungry for
Literatures protractible and ever so distracting,
The secrets they held under bottle-caps, atrociously
Esoterica hides, the long-sweater handcuffs drape…
Venetian blinds over a stick-figure parody of mine,
Revolution corpse burns my fuel for a moment;
Like a loving vampire of discarded skin…

My precocious precious…
The night is tired, trialled and court-marshalled,
For the morning, I’ve become so drained
And un-belonging…

This movement of my seams and junctions
Has become unpredictable, tremendously certain,
I’ve left the curtain, and fallen on dementia.
Worn-out and lurid,
The battered character lets loose a final storm.
A cloud to hang from the rafters of…

Unimportant rooftop estates...
There snaps the neck, three musical pieces;
It’s last sound so silent.
One final performance for the empty crowd,
Then you can go home to an abstract art form
that lingers in the air of uncertainty…