Stream-of-Consciousness Experiment

as the inferno rages I see the city asleep at the wheel slowly turning over and snoring candles in the windows make shadows of cats and widows black and red the buildings pulse and bid me to enter a long death a painful existence in the glorious hell of this place but I turn and walk away with the heat on my back and the cool breeze of free night on my face and together we walk into the midnight hour seeing nothing and glad of it seeing nothing and everything at the same time down a gentle hill like the knees of a slumbering giant the dew turns our feet to ice and we skate on and on until we are too frozen to move morning liberates the damned we are careless once again but you continue and I remain not in fear of a nameless future but in horror of a named destiny unwished unwelcomed unwanted rejection is society's downfall abdication is society's nemesis closed doors again bar my entrances and exits and ask me to disappear and never be seen or heard in such rudeness knife like water plunges coolness into a yearning soul teeth gnashing hungrily at my feet no rest for the weary no rest for the wicked but there is no home for me except this and I cannot choose a death without a lived life nor can I choose a blank life worse than torture no chance for anything but dull and the jester is dressed in a grey business suit counting beans on an abacus for a blind audience of us

hearts of lace frilled and fragile posted on doors and gates love cannot enter this place and there is only a fake love an approximation a facade of friendliness cemetery full with dream corpses and headstones of unknown mists time moves in random directions faster slower until the ride comes to a complete stop all passengers must exit and stand in line again if they wish for another ride costumed heroes of youth are happy and sad simultaneously the mouths are all smiles but smiles are not an indication of happiness nor of success nor of truth derision springs forth from the depths precious sarcasm in the eyes and in the ears and in the nose choking the tree to death the vine may grow but must also in time find new trees to eat forests of fodder to be plundered by any brave enough to make the first move standing huddled is lazy and easy and safe until the flood comes and all who cannot swim will anchor those individuals to eternal drowning panicking for a breath before the wave