Broken jaws
can still call for help.
______________________________Broken hands
______________________________will accurately place blame.
Broken legs
can stand up for what they believe in.

_______________A broken man
_______________is the most dangerous of things.

I placed faith in a concept of Karma
but Cause and Effect has left me locked up in this apartment.
Starving my social stomach,
sprawled out on hardwood floors.
If there was difference between my well wishes and my vomit
there isn't anymore.
Shades of grey
and purple
and a deep deep red
leech outward from this gut
like tentacles searching for sustenance
there is none.
The dust is persistent.
Traveling great distances
from windows sills to witnesses
Covering up our existence
with the assistance of his fists
_________________fists
___________________ _fists
_________________fists

Ghosts
are filling up the awkward spaces of the room.
Consuming focus,
leaving us broken,
shells of the men we once knew.
Who's we?
I thought it was just me strung out with vital organs
pulled-out
and
push-pinned
into the hard wood,
so you could have a good look
at what makes me
________________tick.
The lock jitters a bit.
________________tick.
The clock has completely stopped
________________Tick.
The worn brassy knob turns
________________Tick!
And the door's hinges grind open.
________________Talk.
to the ghosts.
No one else acknowledges me now.
What is sanity but a mask of role playing that is worn on hallowed ground?
Well this church of society
has been lied in,
it has been killed in,
it has been loved in,
it has been laughed in,
it has become
DESANCTIFIED!
The mask of sanity is no longer required.
And so the face comes off,
with it
a self-consciousness of what they thought.

Floor boards
bending and stretching towards me.
Laminate chipping and cracking
as the walnut struggles free.
I take the entire room into my gut.
Including the ghosts.
Including the clocks.
Including you.

The tentacles have retracted,
the dust is settling in.
My vomit is dry,
and I have successfully repressed "the split minds" again.

03/04/2007

Author's Note: struggling with the mask of society.

Posted on 03/04/2007
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