"ember blossoms"

mute view unto the moon.

nothing to see here,

though feel the pull.

silent winter grace

cold ground and chill cut wind,

mountain blue place.

seem singular as am.

bought a spot of market share;

the only game by which to warm.

sell sectioned lots of value, 

though deviated discounts and flux

in price, time sold wholesale.

rotting meat falls prey to insect, 

bacterial decay to habit, hope;

petty insights of momentary drivel.

rock pushing, apple taking, serpent 

growing, thunder shock uprising,

promethean flame. phenix pain.

hapless holiday innards lay

claim to digestive middle income

in cheap candies and mints.

money is the motion

that our current boat strides,

economic cruise or industrial liner.

clarity fry groans hinder christian

values, dreaming of apocalypse

or at least an end to it, strain.

desire soft open pleasures

filled with members only

jacket covered fellas.

old gods inside all cried

foul winter rot!

the fool is aging as are we!

we are legion and again

jesus sent us all to pot

and rot in a heap o pigs.

stoner friend you hiss a song

melodic and strong. 

your sweet lips grin so grim.

opal mouth blood covered tips

the grips of which seen fold

flesh in space and make us old.

power grows relentlessly 

violent in its desire 

to dominate whole.

release it all, you do not want,

do not need, have no creed.

not this, not this.

mother aged wisdom rapidly

into an egg of pain and misplaced

virtues, sweet prim promises

father fooled around as fool

and found the faulty ground

withstood little of posturing.

son thought and thought

as though it might matter

to mother or father or other.

funny how the Forever family

writhes in a success yet to be seen

and thought it pain.