Disjointed

Breaking waves of painful cognizance,

And the infinite breathing in and out,

Closes her animal’s eyes, pushing from

Behind her lids like sledge hammered love

Into her vision where all is blurry, all is so

Lucidly confusing, and the only thing that

Keeps her from folding, giving in, is her

Rapturous passion for this life, and if

Existence is a masquerading ball, then

She always forgets when to kiss goodbye

And leave.

The lugubrious river of syrup-delusions,

Pours over the sedatives fusing each

Chemical vice with the appropriate helter-skelter

Mechanisms of quantum theory, as if she

Exists in a universe right next door, a duality

Of being, but this painful throbbing in her

Sea-swimming head, keeps her from making

That leap of faith to another philosophy,

And the bending ocean of thought

Compares to nothing aside from wine

Through her veins.

Take away these strains of solitude,

For there isn’t a hundred years to

Giver her hope for facing the daunting

Future, which is cloudy as her visions

Of lust and passion.

She can’t find a way home,

And her mind quivers in a tunneled communication

With the Other Side,

Where she knows everyone’s name.

Congratulate her as she takes a knife to her vein

Slicing them, but it is not warm blood,

But cold water that bleeds on the floor,

Liquid from her imaginary body of an anguished lake.