Quick, Quick, Quick

"Greyed Matter"

If forever never fades,

    is it grey matter, or greyed matter.

Memories will grow stale,

And you will grow sadder.

"Backwards Brain Study"

I have what you want, and

You know that I do.

But being aware of you, I

Avoid empty hands.

"Words Like Trash"

Words like trash,

Putrid as they are razed,

Serve no purpose.

Words like trash,

Poured into landfills,

Lay base for life

Catalytic Pandemic

Visceral claims of happiness and drab social demands

Drag the few down, down, down,

With the rats, to the rats

Living in the surreal, far from anything remotely comfortable.

Carrying the plague is preferable.

Ring around the rosey

To keep ourselves occupied

Because when it all comes crashing down

Not even the rats can find a reason to forgive(forget).

Blank

Joyful countenance shown as such a stone's

And crafted to be masked

Not so bland and lifeless

More so stoic and hidden

Even in blasphemy

One can repent to oneself, if not to another,

An outside if you will,

But nothing is ever forgotten

Class is such an ugly word

So selective, and cold,

Nevertheless, left at the bottom, I rot

Decay and age drives them all away

"Time heals all wounds",

Lies,

It has been decades

And I'm still bleeding