an odd familiar case.

caress the gilded star, at one at last, undo it
a folder holds dearest twisted shadows of yesterday
lovers faces unconfined by chapters of forgiveness
a lost lamb whose flood gates once thought at drought
a dreadnought of disciplined pain at odds with a deck of cards
so many ticks give you away, your soul draws you to the mass
one where the Sunday came with clarity, listen and pierce the veil

to draft a diagnostic the sun must place flip the megalomania
the smothering act of breathing conveys sadness
throws down shade to sea in ruins that I once held under control
firmly, strictly under lock and key and rather tricky to orchestrate
a victimless crime of omission knows not pause
the bogeymen of old were at least honest
they came to sequestrate, maim and rectify the mistake of living
more that meets the third eye, do be polite and take heed
lock the door and hide under the bed sheets

accelerate the selfish machine that pretends to fuel my sunshine
make it boil, torment it deeply and see it implode,
become dizzy with this fever, cold for my fire has ran out
somehow the heartless are afoot on the streets that lurk beneath
like cockroaches on the walls they surprise, outlive and murk about
marking your house round the block, a pirate does not forget nor forgive
and that very hook will dangle thy feet like a salted fish gets gutted prior
to the wind scarce guts reach, bones and a loosen tongue perhaps

a pestilence thrown chop my fingers, eat my throat, say it is a treat
hesitate and know my coping device reconciles joints with fractures
popping off pressure, applying cold iron to exorcise holy presence
this vest ain't a corset and the kids got issues prayers cannot devour

tar curtains cannot trap wild fire and it is foolish to deny
benevolent guardian I wish you didn't disappear over Winter Hill
no matter what fortitude can death attribute to thy works
your surrender aches still, ever so tender
these white flakes aren't snow, back off me.

I greed not for advise, oblivion has a cure encased in glass
tapping away now, hoping to perforate in mild distress
should a vigilant sentry knock out all my teeth
make me feast in blood through a straw, take a wild guess
fiction holds a charming spell to snare a soul under duress
it might just fucking dispel the discontent, sneezing, sneering.