Observed and Earthen
Even today’s memories recede Still undefined, my concept of time With a thousand wrists to offer consolation These bulkheads have sworn to levy the waves of ignorance To return the black tides of curiosity to depths Suffocating with them I lie and tread under the many fathoms of the dark No time flows on Not a day passes by -EJH
I exchange one gas for another Mostly puzzled at the need for such Restless and fueled by transparent elixirs of consensual intentions A sightless gerbil running on a crooked wheel Bending toward infinity Without a home No place or desire to lie my weary head I just walk -EJH
Bludgeoning migraines Nerve-endings enduring the many casualties of frantic friendly fire Though I strap on my slow release flak jacket My own weapons still turn on me And my shields to the sky shun analysis To you but confections and a splint for I -EJH
Tingling with an aura of oncoming convulsions Tumbling toward the gaping jaws Black mandibles of actuality unhinged Ingesting my alloyed expectations and dreams Mass producing a delicate imperfection This cookie-cutter for replica souls -EJH
I am blacking out and leaving this place Wrapping myself in sheets Soft sheets of hypoxia Burning from the surface to the core with perdition Blunt trauma to my conscience Rolling in blurry incoherence and lucidity Imaginary breaths taken from the tailpipe of better judgement Breathing the exhaust of words left unspoken Words written but crumpled From veins severed and clotted with...
I have taken countless footsteps that I have long forgotten I have breathed and blinked and never remembered Amazing; that something so fundamental is so often taken for granted This further proves the race of man to be an elaborate species of hedonistic swine I may remember a succulent meal, or an aromatic scent But never a breath of our aerial sustenance Never the steps taken in my...
Enveloped in billows of gaseous supposition I am poised to wade this deluge of judgement Observing the lavish attempts to antagonize me Nothing quenches their undying thirst Their thirst for a unanimous scapegoat -EJH
I’m convinced that I am composed of poison The amount of pain I can cause by just speaking to someone convinces me I feel like my presence alone gets inside people in the worst way My bitterness and nihilist pessimism are virulently contagious Even those who don’t feel the additional pain develop an allergy to my aura It scares me to remember how empty and cold I really am I too often...
I arrive at no benevolent crossroad Attend no self-help seminar Walk no coals of sacrifice Bow before no graceful spiritual highness I fear myself I experience a phobia of instinct Of invisible gears in my transmission And I react on irrational response to that fear Morality is a reformable word -EJH
Out of Time And Undermined
I am alone in the dark My body playing spectator to a range of internal cinematic catastrophes Scenes of nausea and night sweats Reading the these scripts of side-effects From the playwrights of convulsive tyranny And authors of methods of action My hands still shake My own breath still burns in my nostrils I am so sick So secure in my melancholy Sedated in the absence of sedatives To...
If only I did not lack the tinder To ignite my internal pyre Where I set my ego ablaze I would never again become frostbitten from my own cold tears Tears that barely left the corners of my jaded eyes Salty escape pods to an alternate reality -EJH
In the black of the midnight rain My skylights become drums for the storm They speak in tongues of sobriety Sounding the echoes of their poetic message in aquatic code Playing a cadence to be transcribed into peaceful dreams A sedative in the stale air of my dark corridor Gravitating homeward falls liquid life My nightmares dare not return during this serene serenade Unaspirated words of...
I find my peace and balance in these orange tubes These white-capped cylinders filled with bottled emotion The life’s work of a merciful chemist Distilled happiness These orange shotgun shells that I fire into my throat That blast an exit-wound in my subconscious -EJH
Believe this if naught else I have sounded the full depths of misery Brandished Branded with a scar of my past struggles in discordant obsessions Infatuated with textures of emotional duel and dissarray Lucid dreams of creators and gods alike I stand feebly Shakily pointing a single finger to the stricken sky Its once blue mass cracked by mortal hands and iron wings If a deity once held...
I travel on foot tonight Tracing my footsteps back to clandestine stability The throbbing pains of biased neuronic misfires numbed by the cold I find it difficult to conjure anything but the worst of myself When no number of hands are held out to help And my own cast me to the dimly lit depths of improvidence I am a product of my environment A flicker of ambition and vanity squelched out...
Absent And Unwavering
Goodmorning evil end of inquiry. Pleased to meet you, you dark suboordinate finale. Twisted product of the disposal nature of a human life. A frail and tattered seam on a crude veil of sadistic sourness. A seasoning used far too liberally for my tongue. Oh the countless thank you notes I would send to the conspirators of time and atrocity. Hesitating not once to swallow the...
How infinite, my assortment of memory lapsed recollections. So vague, so unmoving. The puddles on the road reflect only black and white. No shutter speed, no aperture value could develop This exposure that we stride upon. And in the boundless dark-room we bathe in our only stop-solution. -EJH