Seldom-Sought

As my heart shrinks

so does my tolerance for charades.

I want only the truth

even if the truth disappoints me.

Everyone has a spark,

a moment when ignition

transports their seldom-sought

muse into another plain

of seldom-sought, heroically-induced

bliss but most of the time

we chase and inflate our egos

looking for a way to apply

our genitals while maintaining

every conceivable form of anonymous.

My horns drip with the blood

of my adversaries, scores

of green-tongued deviants

scorching their way through

my disheveled veins.

Medication doesn’t slow time.

I sit watching the trains

charge blindly into a hemorrhagic skyline

my thoughts twitching down to powder.

I’ve lost interest in everyday happenings

and all that being human pertains to.

This weekend I am painting my living room so I might be unavailable and unable to post.

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6 responses to “Seldom-Sought

  1. I’ve lost interest in everyday happenings
    and all that being human pertains to.

    There’s no telling when things just don’t work sometimes. It can be depressing to say the least! Great to take up the painting challenge, Amber!

    Hank

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