Crash and Burn

Words are cloying.

Night is wrought

With indecision.

Who am I tonight?

Lucubrating intent

Odds swim in reverse

Cortical homunculus

Revisiting.

Indigenous needs

Perpetrating my flow

Hijacking the night

To bid its own due

To the right, then left

Beneath feet that resist

A bolt to soft corduroy

And a blue beauty nearby

The cast, in order

Of appearance, slave

The day and all her muses

Promised much to many

Intent, this is no

Shotgun wedding.

Jumping guns to get to

A golden finish.

This is hype on hype

Magnitude personified

So many secrets told

In plain sight.

Why not wither instead

On a vine grown, un-clipped

Unhindered, wild as will

Built on the purity of its very being?

Swapped instead for

Obscurity

Riddling the self

For a moment

To stretch and

Combine confusion

With tampered songs

Of how the heart cried softly

Profoundly aware of

The arms of denial.

So profuse in the employ

Of its own restraint.

Vindicated, perhaps

Blue Ribbon evidence

To laud the mind of its own

Admittance.

To what end is this

Voraciousness plummeting?

For soon, all trajectories shift

To crash and burn energies

Their conquests, revealed.

We hope, how we hope

To have lived enough

To die right; in relaxed repose

Hungry for more.