Scene 312: Red Bandits

And still the monologue continues

the stream of words

flooding the ears

and pounding at the orifices

of all that breathed.

So harshly

those dissonant consonants yelled

breaking through the glass,

ripping apart the flesh

that gently folded over the chest.

The lock broke open

and paint splattered everywhere,

marking the culprits who dared

challenge

and steal the treasure

Scene 311: Summer Hailing

A fountain dropped from the sky.

For those who have always lived in a mansion,

the fragments seemed like hail.

The umbrella bent, ninety degrees

and pointed straight through the rain at the statue's chest

where it breathed heavily.

The puddle at the foot of the garden

ran cold with the pulse of the clouds

and soon, the hail began again.

Scene 310: Love Under the Mantle

Passion

fluttered about

across the night canvas

with little

footprints

Scene 309: Dream Rain

Fresh off the sky

the dancer glided down

on the icy rink

trailing towards the floor

she slips

and crashes

joining the puddle of blood

Scene 308: Behind the Smiling Moon

Behind the emblazened starscape

so engulfed in passion

lies the black and shade

that make it possible.

They flicker, supporting the stars

holding them up

making them bright

while they cry

Sceme 307: The Space Between

Sound in the dark

so white,

and quiet.

A pause,

then a tumult

of pouring pebbles

Naked,

nothing between the space

and the soul

The blue

and the red

will form purple

The canvas is filled

the sounds quelled,

light

Scene 306: Under the Rain

Sitting on top of an arch,

a single act of passion,

and a tumult,

crashing,

sliding,

to the bottom of the arc,

landing in an empty pot

at the end of the frown

Scene 305: Greener Grass

A line in the grass

calls for attention,

oh, how needy.

And a splash of the sky

douses the fur

dewy and dirty.

Terrible,

a black beetle

crawls upon the blade

The greens bend

under all the weight of the sky

and the darkness

And again

the line calls out.

How needy

Scene 304: A Flame of Papers

The laughter drowned in the sand

the grains filled the crevices between the teeth

and dried up the tongue

and cracked the lips into pieces.

The sound was raspy

like static in a hallway.

The beat of throbbing eyes

so piercing, from the sand

Stifled, breathing gets heavier

and the conscience breaks

into dust,

buried alive in the beach

Scene 303: Pitchforks

We sing

in the streets

under the torches,

yes, we sing.

The words are new

but the feelings are old

what an anthem

of simple anger

Scene 302: For the Tooth Fairy

That you may come into my room at night

and leave a treasure

so silver,

so sweet

that you make my teeth fall out

That, my dear, is the truth

that wish,

from juvenilia that bloomed

through the future

Scene 301:At the End of the Stick

Cherry eyes in the night

so daunting

that their weight

crushes you, like fire trucks

You call for help,

but the tone deafens you

your fingers ache,

and the line shocks you

Such sweetness in those eyes

that you trip over your own feet

look again

and call once more

Scene 300: Upon A New Frontier

Did you see that?

Hark, the bird is falling.

That lark took a bite

of the cheese in the sky,

how awful.

The man couldn't sit

idly.

He took his flag

and speared that bird

Scene 299: That Grass

A sprig of the rain

on a drop of leaves

what a sight,

that they sang out loud.

For one moment,

upon a Friday

they switched

and were happy

Scene 298: A Touch in the Rain

Upon a bed of sunflowers

the frown flutters

dancing about the petals

So serene, such sadness

upon a scene so surreal

with showers on the sun

The frown gently rests

soaking in the flowers

but the clouds refuse

Oh, how tangible, the sky

that it clumps together

and lumps itself with you

Oh, how lonely, the horizon

must be, that it falls in pieces

on your frown

Scene 297: Remorse

You were everything

I was nothing

Together

we make something.

What is it exactly?

We'll never know.

Jump

into the abyss

hands held high

forever

and never will end

Scene 296: The Softer Side

Take a look

at the softer side of the knife.

Oh, that edge

so smooth and

blunt.

Fingers run across the side,

dancing on the line.

The first side is for cutting,

and the second is for crushing,

and that, dear one,

is how you mutilate a heart

Scene 295: Our Mountain

Three men climbed the mountain.

Behold, the peaks!

Trudge,

higher, higher,

harder, harder,

and....

A shoe off the cliff,

with some baggage.

Oh, how could you?

Some things you can't see coming

Scene 294: Behind Bars

Oh no, don't be silly

I haven't had enough.

Alcohol doesn't make me sick;

you do.

Scene 293: A Fighter's Fate

Over the expanse

crashing down

the purple birds

meld into a heart

their corpses

on the floor.

What a sight,

that they lay there,

peacefully.

Such a group that,

for one second

they appear to be born again

Scene 292: Short-Lived

Your dreams

came crashing down on me

oh, the weight

answered that question,

yes, it exploded in my hands.

And now my face is scarred,

carrying your dreams

in my heart

Scene 291: Under Rusting Clouds

You sang the melodies

in the copper fields

rusting apart beneath your toes

those tones,

oh those tones

rustled apart beneath my prose.

I wrote the stories

in those copper plains

blowing about around me

as I lie,

oh, you lied

blowing smoke from your teeth

We composed those musicals

drowning in the copper dust

billowing up, surrounding us

as I prayed,

oh, you preyed

upon all my sustenance

Scene 290: The Left Lane

Under the buttered hills

lies the jam

sticky like gum.

And over and over you slide,

the butter wearing thin

that grease just melting

into nothing.

Scene 289: Like Family

Three and again.

Oh, how could you

such a game.

Sorry!

Go back home.

Scene 288: On the Nature of Desire

Oh, it cannot be

Despite logic and reason,

it always will be

Scene 287: Grasp

An ache

a thump

Ouch.

Look up again.

Reach out once more,

but don't forget

to look where you're stepping

The floor

is slippery

as are

you

Scene 286: The Soft Side

Under a lash

a bit of brown

some substance

leaks

The scene

is very topical

and the article

is hollow

The photo says nothing

the still just sits

the portrait so wounded

the picture, it quits

Scene 285: Harmonic Island

Like a single flat note on a desert isle

drifting along the brackish coast.

Oh, touch the ground, little black leg

sidle lightly,

so that your toes can find footing.

The sea of white surrounds you,

and the bars sometimes trap you

but you can squeeze between the cracks

as water does between grains of sand

The isle may be lonely

and your song may fall flat

but someone will answer the siren's call,

someone will read

the message in that bottle.

Scene 284: Yes/No

The cantaloupe cracks

a smile across its stomach

it's lips drooling

and aching.

Like the two masks,

the two halves

see the two different cups

in one reflection

Scene 283: Hysteria

Excuse me,

but perhaps you have the wrong person.

You see, emotions, surely

you cannot mean to all drown me.

Oh no,

that's simply absurd.

In order to live, one simply needs to breathe,

and to eat,

and to drink.

No one mentioned having to deal with... emotions.

That's simply ludicrous.

To think that it could be so difficult

just to live.

Ha!

You must have the wrong person,

and I request

that you bother someone else.

For you see,

I live