equilibrium has lost its appeal
red striped in blackest night
velvet clashing with jean colored khaki
a shattered mirror lays across the bathroom sink
the sheets ripped off the bed
body oil leaking into the springs of the mattress
naked against canvas soiled in watercolor
drawing the picture of a broken nation
street lamps glittering amidst the pollution tainting the clouds
mannequin limbs strewn across highway bypasses
run over by every passing semi
driven by some uncaring superficial
drunken bastard ready to kill the world
each broken latch by streaming wound
each razor blade by split lip
each cement wall beckoning mountain edge
each cry lost among the sea air

i ate weird food. and drank lots of salt water. not purposely but it just came with the package. it was somewhat rainy. but just for one day. lots of george clooney look-a-likes. my mom enjoyed that. -okay so i did too...- i danced to american pie at the fishermans wharf. then a drunk old guy asked me to dance. by old i mean old. 50 at least. i had to decline that one... alligator tastes funny. not bad. but definately not like chicken. and it looks pink. the meat is pink. i'm not even kidding.

so. hi again from the sunless, palm treeless, frozen, dreary boondocks of holland, mi. 

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elementary words
express inexplicable ideas
inadequacies prevail
as always

a little girl lays in a white sheeted coffin
seeing the dire end of the world behind closed eyelids
breathing; not hers to control

a doctor walks down the empty corridor
it’s a one way jaunt into hell

a simple room.
a distinguishingly decorated cage
hell at its fieriest

peeling floral wallpaper
robot reporters
clammy hands
torn pages from a magazine

tainted purity

a weeping father surrenders weak upon his throne
layered in week-old, crumpled cotton t-shirts with dress pants to match
left to console himself
the life line lost in the transmission

a beautiful little girl
with so many sand castles left to build
so many swings left to swing on
so many ice cream cones left to eat

the body bag complementing the gray shade of her pallor.

a beautiful little girl
her life, left in the wake of the sunrise
streams of melted ice cream dripping down the tar-blackened street.

dead leaves scattering across the vast of blue
a sea of crystalline diamonds
diamonds so beautiful yet so hideous
covering the life that lives beneath
yet incubating thoughts of summer and hopes of fresh life

a graceful nightingale calls out to the lonely girl
perched atop the frozen flowing canal
gliding above the clouds on the wings of blades

peaceful blades.
razor sharp.
cutting ice.

a burning laser searing the flesh of the diamonds
the cracks splitting, racing towards the figurine dancing
her dance slips, her steps faltered
her dance transforms from graceful strokes to wild trashing

the fight settled beneath the ice
hidden from reality

the prisimed rain falls
hammering harder and harder,
sleeting the road in layers of black
frozen black hidden beneath the superficiality of snow.

sweet beautiful snow
sweet beautiful people

a beautiful pair basking in the glory of their love
a sharp bend in the road
four glistening eyes admiring the beautiful snow and the beauty they were with
pieces of beautiful people torn and broken
into not so beautiful bloody shards of love

it's its fault
the black diamonds woven together
interlacing a startling beauty with unspoken death.

a light from a battery-run candle
no match for the tragic developments
swollen eyes meet my gaze
sleeveless shirts lying around her,
hearts stapled to remnants of cloth
hope dancing over tiled walls.
unveils a glorious collection of razor blades
edges dripping in dried blood
a scarlet sink overflowing with metal and tears
trails of black running from her eyes
foreshadowing to her unescapable demise
stammering to her reflection,
innocently purging her muddled soul
the immorality seeping into her skin
pushing clots of red toilet paper to scatter with torn hearts
and clogging morose lacerations

these white walls entrapping me
clash with the entity of my soul
dark and distasteful, hidden from preying eyes
these emotions left to curdle
left to wilt away, taking me with them
leaving bloody remnants of death in my place