to all

to all
you are
all,
but
all of -you.

to all
you are [caged]

mockingbird can't sing
while tied to a
string.

to all
you are not. all
a ruse, to confuse, amuse, bemuse?

into all
you d i s a p p e a r...


p a r t i c l e s
dispersing,
shedding,

MOLTING
like a snake.
crisp.
papered. funnels.
left
in your
...... wake.....

to all.

Bugs

Unfurled from my web, he meanders,
Sidestepping my venom en rout.
I want to spit, but cannot
Want to pounce and devour,
But cannot.
I know your games, your sly little exit
Through the side exit.
You melt into the shadows,
Scampering like a roach
In my kitchen,
When I’ve turned on the lights.

Be a coward, slip away.
Keep it easy, baby.
Cradle yourself…
Be what you need,
Because I know,
I had you in my web,

and I didn’t eat you.

Dirty fingernails tap it out, trail the end of the end of the beginning.
Swallow your pride girlie, you weren’t worth it. Keep telling yourself it wasn’t meant, just not meant, to be meant to be. Youth evades your grasp, for beauty is temporary in the eyes of its beholders, flawing quickly, fading into the banal, lost to another moving image. Another moving fantasy. Another false attempt, to make what is not meant, meant to be. Measure it, tap it out, who was here, and who was there. Present, past, present past, it’s all a void, a wanting. Pulse accelerating, while you’re stuck contemplating, debating, truth? Truth……….is pulling you to self-destruct, a ticking time-bomb knifing its way through your mind. Can’t stop shouting, while Reality laughs in the wake. Reality is, girlie, you don’t matter anymore. Reality is hell, and this hell is the truth. Wear blinders, put cotton in your ears, but know it. Tap it out. Accept it. Fade it out. Accept it, until the end is the end, and love can be filed away and categorized as something it never was.