CURRENTS

Saline drippage is sadness relative.
My Blue is more vapour than liquid.
The trees don't sway to my breeze
and translucence is my prison.

WARM SUNDAY BED

Small room on the Cresend Drive
Not my parents room
Not a cell, not a straight jacket
oppressing my insanity.
You're there. Asleep.
I wake up and see the beautiful
trees out the window
The most beautiful and caressing
breeze strikes us.
You stir
I scan downwards and
capture the sight of your neck
Not far away
As it should always be.
The sight of you fills my
being, I don't ever want to
close my eyes.
Your subconscious is fighting your
body to awaken
The single bed is too small for the
both of us, but not as much
as at 'home'.
I put out my hand to
smooth my fingers
through your hair as I've
seen in a million movies (while
always dreaming of you)
You don't move, I don't want
you to.
I lean forward and kiss your neck
holding there, for just a long enough
It never was enough on that sunday
morning, our first freedom.

-Dismembered Teddy Bears-

The scream speeds terminal velocity
the scream you once controlled
the scream you once consoled
the scream that is the only you you know.
In the room that was yours
In the room that was comfortable
In the room where it all fell apart
In the room on the edge of reality and the corner of indifference.
Your cradle full of cockroaches
Your teddy dismembered
Your rattle in your fathers skull
Your family corpses, an audience to your invisible adversary.
The soldiers want you to join or die
Could you be the dead soldier?
In time with the beat and the creatures that obey it?
So you scream
The scream of a thousand torments
The scream your only comfort
The scream that is more your family than memories of ignorant
happiness.
The scream if not a scream, a searing smile.

(note: this was originally written from the perspective of Frank)

-Some Poem-

I am about to be treated with respect and amazing cowardice as I find myself
enjoying the desecration of soul.
Tears find my cheeks, but my intangibility make them fall through my jaw.
Creatures croon and sway, and I know not what they are, only that they are
incarnate of what I desire and
destroy.
Lessons and lies whip my mind, and the pain arouses me.
Control me, don’t. It doesn’t matter.
Beyond your notice, beyond my own.
I disappear.

WRITTEN IN ANOTHER PLACE I DON'T BELONG

I see the groupings,
the equlibriums.
Jealousy occurs,
I'm not sure why.
I am sure why.
I'm not like them.
I don't comprehend normal
what I perceive of it I
don't like at all
I despise them in the end.
for their beauty
their belonging
their being
We are in an age of
demystification
not caring
and conformation
The grass is always greener