Hot&Cold Concrete

​I watch the sky
break
clouds sifting like flowers
the sun explodes
the world grows brighter
the cultured human race
moving to
the sound of violins clashing
to the crass
hot&cold concrete of a dream
 
it is too late
to start the day
the night was eerie
sleeplessly I
sat there like a
gun not loaded
waiting to fire my
non ammo into space
time to run with
the zeroes I stare
off at another world
 
the sky darkens
I decide it’s not worth
the discussion
the thoughtless interruption
born to dream about
a fiery outcome
too sheer to be
a form of silence
 
I stare at the moon
maybe howl with the sound
of my thoughts
establishing self-loathing
in a head so phony
destroyed by taboo we
find solace in
all things hollow
sometimes those things
break from the inside
outward to a shadow of self-doubt
 
I’ve stolen the sunlight
bathed in the brightness
dismay is partly a faulty idea
like all things uncovered
I sauntered down to
the boneyard alone
brooding the beat of a sea
that comes careening
around wired telephone lines
 
burning thoughts
desires crisscrossing the web
I tiptoe fingernails on
lines of powdered ideas
the way of
a race of peace lovers
continues to astound me
in the sense that
my calmness comes from
a place so disturbed
it ain’t worth the
effort to overcome