pompeii.
i swear to christ my skull is on fire
i see thin smoke rise and float
and wisps twist
sucked into vents to the beat of desolate drums
whilst a pale razor face frames angst
bloodied diamond eyes finance hate
for your wars
no my wars
civil neurological wars
a forever rage, simmering mental magma
a crusade betwixt left and right, forever raging
thudding concrete brain slabs, awash in jackson blood spatter
no end in sight
no end in sight
ten-four, over and out
"jesus boy you look like you've seen a ghost"
fuck i have i did i do i will i am
napes and lobes and brows they smolder
charcoal clouds continue careless climbing
as questions are dodged and formed with swift efficiency
albeit
accidental and shifty
i offer no assistance
none for you
none for me
speaking only in hieroglyph and cuneiform
painstakingly yearning for deus ex machina
blindly reaching for a reset button
while broke glossy eyes gaze upon tragic impotent remains
of a once a proud and tall effigy
this is not your fault
this is not your fault