the screw of days

 


how do you live through
times in life that seem
to have no life left in them?

what's to be done when
what comes naturally
fails and upside down
rules as king?

whatever is raging inside
of us can not be seen but is
crawling down the dark
archive's of our souls
with claws at the ready.

fortune cookie
bibles,

bubblegum machine
tarot cards,

Oracle's of stale
dog piss.

the future knows
but refuses to answer
the phone

the soft secrets of
bones whisper to
the dirt

bird gather for a
circle jerk over
Aberdeen

and that which is
worth having has
already been
lost

beauty is in the
eye of the
wounded

the worm
turns

and
turns

and
turns

...another day
has begun