Joy

Voluptuous cheek bones
peering through the hard confines
of my meek and worn facial symmetry
Deceased nerves pulsating
a morbid non existent rhythm
that only pain can sympathize with
A Crooked grin lameness
attempting to conform to an honest smile
Tilted vision
becoming immaculately consistent
with the obtuseness of my own pathetic attempt at happiness
Avoidant roll eyed fuck you's
belching their wicked hey how are you's?
Dismembered connectivity
pleading for something other than
its own reason to be contrary
Comedown damnation
slicing through the only hallelujah
I've felt in a virtual eternity