Skyless Aspirations

In the cesspool of demented dreams
And the echo of the underestimated youth,
We bow to the thrum of time,
Fresh eyes evolving as the mold cracks, questioning the dynamics of the daily news
And straining at the chains that Bind us to ordinary.

In the cesspool of demented dreams…

He grew to be a man of aspiring excellence-
Reptilian eyes that ran cold,
With relentless, unnatural passion,
A little boy dressed in Italian suits, cowlicks and all.
But as the sky grows colds, the stars bleed mercury,
Hungry nights followed and growled, devoured possessions until there was nothing left
But a white mouse dressed in silks.

In the slums, the ghetto, the streets where cement is graffitied with piss and spit…..

She grew to be a woman of prestige and prominence-
Crimson lips stretched in a becoming smirk,
Oiled and working overtime,
Fashion magazines overflowing with marionettes
A little girl painted like a warrior and dressed like a whore
Her body a machine that runs even on holidays-
A ring of smoke chokes the bland sky,
Until nothing remains
A quilt of silicone and missing teeth forgotten on the empty streets.

In the cesspool of demented dreams
And the echo of the underestimated youth,
We bow to the thrum of time,
Fresh eyes evolving as the mold Cracks, questioning the dynamics of the daily news
And straining at the chains that Bind us to ordinary…