5 lines....

the sun
evaporated fish tank
few breaths
algae bloom
the end

an image from THREE WORLDS....

melatonin days - some type of way

the day was filled with heaps of molasses
brain function, enslaved by an under the influence and angry source
a day where "you just can't fucking do anything"
except think of the scattered-ness of everything
and all worldly things
like an old, cool nikon lens you found in your grandma's attic
that just doesn't focus 
and even though it's kind of hip with that softness, deep down you know
it's only producing shit
but where do you take it
are there such things as camera stores anymore

.....

The grand illusion sets in
that you are a you
and that I am an I
but then what is left
other then a whole?

statics...

Look within
the noise
the constant stream
penetrate by watching
silently
intensely
as the cacophony melts away
it will resist with monsters like you've never seen
and then
and then, after the beasts lay dead
you can breath that last breath 
you don't need anymore 

making plans

whenever in doubt
times it by 2
whenever you're sure
times it by 3
because time is not yours to keep
after all, it doesn't really exist
anymore then 
that diploma you're holding onto

horseface

the image of that pure black horse lingered for days

and Tanya couldn't do a damn thing about it

except, ponder that animals perfection

and the gaping whole between IT and her life

dot dot dot

three days, out of a routine
and it seems like it will never work again
that blank screen
agonizing
blinking
white
a story-less story
a myth
a trope
loveless as a Bloody Valentine