stepping onto the tarmac; terrifying.
the giant steel tube awaits.
fear begins to take him,
as his children are already boarding.
time to die.
moving to the back corner of the craft
just before
unceremonious ascension begins.
lingerie catalog model beside;
no sexual tension,
concentration on death.
increase in altitude,
increase in champagne.
turbulence brings nerves to a riot.
Fucking great.
time to die.
miles away from rock or dirt;
his deepest fears begin to set in.
sweat stains his shirt,
as kids call out names,
his little pill becomes his savior.
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no one will ever know by chimera-poiesis, literature
Literature
no one will ever know
the air was cool that night
as i parked in that quiet corner of town.
my eyes met that somber moon
seemingly bigger than ever before.
the steel was cold and heavy in my hand;
it carried the weight of the world.
the long shadows of the trees stood
serving as sanctuary from the glow of the satellite.
feet moved effortlessly over
green blades slippery with dew.
the wind whispered in my ear,
as if crying to stop me.
even after countless visits to this place
endless searches for you in your misery,
it never looked as fresh as tonight;
straight from the womb; creation.
grass meets concrete and moves to rock
only the sand separates
a fellow traveller met upon th by chimera-poiesis, literature
Literature
a fellow traveller met upon th
that ancient road
lie before me
like an old dog
rays of sunset hit
my windshield as i
drive past those dark trees
a flashlight in the dark
you pass like wind
touch me for a second and are gone
golden hair in the breeze
a second that seems infinite
i can't help but love you
Golden rays barely reached the horizon,
as that screen door creaked open through dust.
I closed my eyes and entered Pandora's box.
Memories come back like a soldier from war.
The warm scent of potpourri that has lingered since
childhood meets my nostrils and brings me back.
The elegant sounds of Mozart radiate
from these half century old walls.
A child's plane chases a bird on a mobile;
God's engineering versus man's.
I still know this room
better than my favorite book.
It lies trapped now
in a moment; a museum to death
or to life; to a life.
A life as gone as yesterday,
but as forever as tomorrow.
The paradox of living.
Wo
Minimum wage pay rates,
trapped in the overwhelming scent of fresh leather
that hits your nostrils like a Mack truck.
I could walk this path to the backroom with eyes shut.
Rows upon rows of footwear,
stretched out like the sands of the Sahara.
Tornado sirens with legs run past,
as un-attending adults look on.
Ancient wooden benches creak under the weight
of the aged men on their endless search.
Models and styles that ceased production decades ago,
are still sought after eternally by the elderly.
Only muffled noise
in the sanctuary of my break room.
I take a moment to drink in the silence,
before rushing back into the insanity
Frustration builds up like rust
caked on the side of the artificially scented
cage on wheels.
Legal Orders outweigh children's opinions.
Biological parents get their say.
The seatbelt holds on like a predator to prey,
digging its strap into my neck without mercy.
Two brothers sit strapped in silence,
as our father seats his sagging belly behind the wheel;
a model airplane of a man.
Cylinders begin to pump,
as the clunker pulls down the drive.
A quick glance back
reveals mother's innocent face,
reminding me of everything left behind.
Continuation of the journey
leads to a blood red stoplight.
Opportunity presents itself.
I
He could smell the scent of burning flesh enter his nostrils. Satisfaction. This moment had been a long time in coming, and it was now finally here. The flames quickly leapt from the bed to the nearby curtains, which disappeared in mere seconds; consumed by the devious fire. Before long the whole room would be ablaze, then the entire house; then there would be nothing left but ashes. But yet, he would not be able to stay and view the eradication; he had to leave before his presence was noted.
Leaving the house, the thought of how simple the whole operation had been popped into his head. Easier than expected. Easier than planned. Remem
a bell rings.
the smell of freshly ground coffee punches the face,
as the counter assists in transforming person to customer.
small tables are filled like speakeasies during prohibition.
a bell rings.
a young man seats himself against the wall,
as punctual as a bullet train.
he waits patiently.
grandpa joe shuffles to the back corner, as
his high school sweetheart and two cups of tea make it an occasion.
swirling memories of the past.
miss teen america chats on her phone, while
Barbie dolls play follow the leader.
rumors spread like the plague.
a bell rings.
the boy's head shoots up; a dog out of the gate,
only to fall to that
a bell rings.
the smell of freshly ground coffee punches the face,
as the counter assists in transforming person to customer.
small tables are filled like speakeasies during prohibition.
a bell rings.
a young man seats himself against the wall,
as punctual as a bullet train.
he waits patiently.
grandpa joe shuffles to the back corner, as
his high school sweetheart and two cups of tea make it an occasion.
swirling memories of the past.
miss teen america chats on her phone, while
Barbie dolls play follow the leader.
rumors spread like the plague.
a bell rings.
the boy's head shoots up; a dog out of the gate,
only to fall to that
He could smell the scent of burning flesh enter his nostrils. Satisfaction. This moment had been a long time in coming, and it was now finally here. The flames quickly leapt from the bed to the nearby curtains, which disappeared in mere seconds; consumed by the devious fire. Before long the whole room would be ablaze, then the entire house; then there would be nothing left but ashes. But yet, he would not be able to stay and view the eradication; he had to leave before his presence was noted.
Leaving the house, the thought of how simple the whole operation had been popped into his head. Easier than expected. Easier than planned. Remem
Frustration builds up like rust
caked on the side of the artificially scented
cage on wheels.
Legal Orders outweigh children's opinions.
Biological parents get their say.
The seatbelt holds on like a predator to prey,
digging its strap into my neck without mercy.
Two brothers sit strapped in silence,
as our father seats his sagging belly behind the wheel;
a model airplane of a man.
Cylinders begin to pump,
as the clunker pulls down the drive.
A quick glance back
reveals mother's innocent face,
reminding me of everything left behind.
Continuation of the journey
leads to a blood red stoplight.
Opportunity presents itself.
I
Minimum wage pay rates,
trapped in the overwhelming scent of fresh leather
that hits your nostrils like a Mack truck.
I could walk this path to the backroom with eyes shut.
Rows upon rows of footwear,
stretched out like the sands of the Sahara.
Tornado sirens with legs run past,
as un-attending adults look on.
Ancient wooden benches creak under the weight
of the aged men on their endless search.
Models and styles that ceased production decades ago,
are still sought after eternally by the elderly.
Only muffled noise
in the sanctuary of my break room.
I take a moment to drink in the silence,
before rushing back into the insanity
Golden rays barely reached the horizon,
as that screen door creaked open through dust.
I closed my eyes and entered Pandora's box.
Memories come back like a soldier from war.
The warm scent of potpourri that has lingered since
childhood meets my nostrils and brings me back.
The elegant sounds of Mozart radiate
from these half century old walls.
A child's plane chases a bird on a mobile;
God's engineering versus man's.
I still know this room
better than my favorite book.
It lies trapped now
in a moment; a museum to death
or to life; to a life.
A life as gone as yesterday,
but as forever as tomorrow.
The paradox of living.
Wo
a fellow traveller met upon th by chimera-poiesis, literature
Literature
a fellow traveller met upon th
that ancient road
lie before me
like an old dog
rays of sunset hit
my windshield as i
drive past those dark trees
a flashlight in the dark
you pass like wind
touch me for a second and are gone
golden hair in the breeze
a second that seems infinite
i can't help but love you
no one will ever know by chimera-poiesis, literature
Literature
no one will ever know
the air was cool that night
as i parked in that quiet corner of town.
my eyes met that somber moon
seemingly bigger than ever before.
the steel was cold and heavy in my hand;
it carried the weight of the world.
the long shadows of the trees stood
serving as sanctuary from the glow of the satellite.
feet moved effortlessly over
green blades slippery with dew.
the wind whispered in my ear,
as if crying to stop me.
even after countless visits to this place
endless searches for you in your misery,
it never looked as fresh as tonight;
straight from the womb; creation.
grass meets concrete and moves to rock
only the sand separates
stepping onto the tarmac; terrifying.
the giant steel tube awaits.
fear begins to take him,
as his children are already boarding.
time to die.
moving to the back corner of the craft
just before
unceremonious ascension begins.
lingerie catalog model beside;
no sexual tension,
concentration on death.
increase in altitude,
increase in champagne.
turbulence brings nerves to a riot.
Fucking great.
time to die.
miles away from rock or dirt;
his deepest fears begin to set in.
sweat stains his shirt,
as kids call out names,
his little pill becomes his savior.
de
s
cen
sio