Ignorance Cannot Absolve The Conspirator, No Matter How Blind He Be

Living vocally,

Moving still,

Vibrations echo-

Inside me still,

Velveteen kisses

From the mistress of some hair possessed, mistrusting girl-

Violating embryonic odds at time

Impressions of a prescient state of mind

Losing lunge

Feeling nausea

Not in the gullet

But on the tongue

OH DEAR GOD, what did you do?

So what if it would have been opened

A can of what

Devoured much worse than words

Instead we scraped away

Finding sludge instead of a never-ending connection

In the end-

Monsters will travel from cortex to heart

From cerebellum to soul-

But image preserved,

I hope everything works out for you.   I really do.

As for me-

In my dreams

I see children, running free

All with names

All with claws

I’m alive

Like that girl-

Petty Alice-no guitar

When I wake-

No cold sweats-

Just shadows of what should be

In everything I see