Fallacy of mediocrity and pale flesh
disconnect and shadowy abandon
guitars inhale detachments in stereo
Slowly set into raw dawn penetrate
night and ecstasies memory beckons
glimmers of nights bloodshot eyes
In reality is this oneness and torture
Candlelit faces rise and blend with hell
shadows highlight the ominous walls
Until the decline cursed the stars
and of all the gods of horrible creatures
on splintered masochistic crutches
Amid seduction of gray abundance I
read prayers with the Romans through shady
pornography and suppressed stoic hatred
Ode to neon shots by virtue of secret
early evening show the skull…. into the air
from the fiery holocaust of the sun
Static images of city suburbs stench of
blood by the negligence of rot exploding in
your head of the traverse event of the soul
There is silence and blue America
suppressed consciousness and fallacy of
myself – these eyes focus on visions
The voices, sounds, smells hit now
fat moonlight showers crumbled interstates
driving into deserts of diseased egos
Burned by the sunlight of hope
asshole zen eclipsing the eyes of America
writing a life of revolution in motion
–Wayne Mason