Holding back

Break away from the aching familiar

and the chocking comfort of the genteel;

a pound of flesh–

thats hooked and jerked–

nibbling at the scum–and loving it!

Craving the fetid taste of phlegm

of pretentious propaganda.

…

Dense water,

laced with a greenish brown paste–

a latte, bubbling with obnoxious foam–

floating, lifeless bodies,

drifting like wrecked wood–

wandering the thick, opaque waters

aimlessly without perception–

“dead-tossed waves

dragging me under,

stealing my breathe

and my forsaken name…”

The surface…the surface

…

Contempt can blind,

but also steal the wavering

pole that sways and bows

beneath the voracious winds–

flirting with danger

and liking it.

…

Golden eyes; naturally sublime

with a blackened heart; Sharp words that smart…

Passionless voices,

drifting away, as petals do–

dancing in the controlled gust of wind

that never lets go…