DISASSOCIATE

Surgery

Scott A.Haynes
Through the peanut butter numb weakly staring...

Nothing smiles back and waves, such a good friend.

Yellow and blues...indecipherable hues...

Seeking escape from the container...

Bony bars, smooth...

Silhouette of those free in flight...

Bring them down! Nay nay...

Fault lies not with the process of the eons.

Bubbling mass, littered with thought and memory,

Why, what, where, who cares?

Swallowing smartly the lime-flavored lifetime...

Nietzche, what were you thinking exactly?

A much larger mud puddle to play in with all my friends.

CHAPTER 2

Screaming emanating from disillusion...

Boy dies along with his...

Heaven attained...taken away...

Commander! What shall we do?

Fight on? Lie down?

Once again my friend we must...

*SCREAMING* "Once more...Into the breach!"

Once the golden tresses, statuette held elixir...

Empty vessel devoid...

Honey flow long forgotten river siphoned...

There before you, do you not see?

Catacombs dusty, barren memories ghostly phantoms of promises...

You cannot kill what is already dead.

So go ahead...beat your head.

Did you see?

Did you realize now why the barren landscape yields not fruit?

Languish and await the scrapyard...

Rusting hulk dreaming of days stolen...

None shall pass...delivering scented oily maintenance...

CHAPTER 3


Doorway swings wide...

Buttery gilded land awaits the First Coming...

What was...was.

Essences of spiked growling dog faced demons...

Trailing never to catch up...

Positioning far from the border...

Out of range, grasp wildly to no avail.

Get thee hence...

As Sol's promise negates Selene's will.

I too travel light...unencumbered.

Think of me what you will...

But think of me.

Published by Scott A.Haynes

Aspiring writer and musician living in the beautiful Bluegrass region of Kentucky. Welcome to the nether regions of my psyche!  View profile

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