August 14, 2022
What the hell has happened?
Where has the time gone?
Dusty pathed memories.
Strewn with salted passings.
Vision tunneled, never ending.
Echoing past, present & future.
I can not see the end
Only the spherical dish.
Feeding the beast of torment.
Whipping the scarred back.
Blood blackened & dried from past torture.
Flowing thickly, collected for next day scrawlings.
Skin paper drying, ready for the lines
With words scattered in the air.
Not able to grasp sentences.
Spread far & wide.
No pen to wrangle them into.
No food to trick the daemons.
They dance ever so gingerly
Intent to stay where the grass grows.
Making camp, setting fires & cooking up a storm.
Plenty to go around
Yet the taste is stale & rotten.
The infinite hotel is full.
But more keep arriving