- Listen Here

Rake the rattle tattle tale torn aflutter
From his lips into manageable puddles
Of disposable frost.
So suppose he's lost
Across the formal abnormal,
Unending lapse. Like the lack listener
Left drawn lesson lit to the floor.
Or the placid poor who place peaces
That pry at a sore heart's door.

Arbitrarily
Aback taken by the start'll sound
Of rewound weaklings
Softly singing a stern psycho sensational.

The often cold staids then stills,
And echoes icy shrills of elderly voices
Upon the untaut veins of these
Asymmetrical insides.
Staggered nerves collide
As they crash and cliche
Through the fray.
Stay
Caught in

As chaos fills the calm.



- Original Version (Updated Jan 11, 05):

Caught in as
Chaos fills the calm


...(room)...

Rake the rattle tattle tale torn aflutter
From his lips into manageable puddles
Of disposable frost.

So suppose he’s lost
Across the formal abnormal,
Unending lapse. Like the lack listener
Left drawn lesson lit to the floor.
Or the placid poor who place peaces
That pry at a sore heart’s door.

Arbitrarily
Aback taken by the start’ll sound
Of rewound weaklings wondering
Where wishes repent. Sign-men sent
On look down leavings, weaving
A weak residue of refrain.
Crystalline stains that cut on course.

Begin the backward-breathe
Storm scenes dripping a dark blue dew
Through too few interlaced lashes.
Inward-exhale
The noxious no somebodies
Spinning off a stern psycho sensational.

The soft cold staids then stills,
Echoes icy shrills of elderly voices
Upon the untaut veins of these
Asymmetrical insides.
Staggered nerves collide
As they crash and cliche
Though the fray of ever expanding walls.

Flash frozen is the puddled frost.
Old man, despite every will,
And want,
Your pitiful words
Remain eternally unlost.