Here’s A Dumb One!

Who is that girl on the dance floor? On second thought, what the hell am I doing on a dance floor?

I See You In There

Her ears are trained, endlessly searching the airwaves for a tune. A melody is a world far more serene than the one in which she resides. She sits beneath a yellow light bulb, in a room where light barely licks the floor. The bottoms of her feet are worn and weary, and any movement takes careful deliberation. Tender soles (souls?) are crying for fresh air and rest, but to appease them would be to remain immobile.

Sabotage

Big balloon, we are trapped inside of you. Are you filled with helium, or air, or nitrous oxide? The feeling we get when we bounce off your walls hints at one possible answer, yet we are here, alive and breathing, so perhaps it is all a sham. I made plans and broke them. I brought a concealed pin into your house to prick the walls and watch you crumble.

Ever Vigilant / From My Position

Buried and sunken ships are sunken and buried for a reason. On the beach, smoke signals poke fingers at anxious visitors. Agent of heaven sent to touch, I will obey you. I am your curious sentry informed to wait, and I will wait until I am called into action.

Fiery Pit

Heat devours beer cans like jocks devour virgins.

To Talk Is Meaningless

Where does she hide her dark secrets, and how can I find the key to unlock them?

In The Place Walls Speak

The hassle was being made to march forward in no particular direction. We walked until we fainted, and awoke to the sounds of walls screaming obscenities. It was a trip none of us would soon forget.

Helios Guards Thorns

A rose-tinted liquid trails down my throat,
Chasing granulated powders, a constant threat.
Heroes bask beneath a burning hot star,
Thumbing the triggers of rays set to stun.

Bullet Train Mouth

Slow down, babe. You’re shooting off again, and though you do not recognize it you are like a rocket blasting across the countryside. Words tumble out of your mouth so fast your mind cannot keep up, and no one comprehends what it is you try to say.  Slow down, please slow down, babe.

What The Sign Says

I am without appetite. I am a prisoner, I know not my captors, or what they are after. I am rotting in a cellar and my lonely love will remain that way forever.