posted on the balcony

in trouble

with the world.

mindless drudgery

awaits me,

and i am 

hungry,

in all fashion

i fashion a bayonet

to kill the drudgery,

and am left with

A Carnival.

awaiting orders,

the color merges & Fades

into a noise of meaning,

lost is killing-

replaced by creation.

Curtain is a shadow,

which can be music-

folded cube of love

on a lap of tears,

salty fear dripping down

A face.

my baby is a lover,

she was let down-

by a killer.

now we go out in the wild

to see the stars, Burn!

now its time to heave,

the liquor burns, it burns.

craft me a life

for the both of us

cause im tired of scrounging

pity. tired of asking help,

need a lover.