Torment Stays With Uncolored Landscapes

Gravel scraped  
decisions pocketed    
buried alongside thoughts belonging to others, passive aggression feeds off decaying  logs    
 on daisy chain rich soil.    
     
Self imposed aching groin awakens effortless satisfaction images    
of an old  reel-to-reel slapping, displays  across foreheads  
till it stops    
     
Bone china teacup windchimes  
adds a gentleness      
to his typical wilderness      
where wild pigs devour all color

from nearby landscapes    
he grins,  in admiration      
for the  destruction.      
     
ignorance distracts peaceful      
civility as  he pulls caricatures      
from his mind open mouths   laughing, as they drop      
then dash away,      
His torment stays.