he woke to the scent

he woke to the scent.
+++++++++++++

he woke to the scent
of freshly slaughtered
dreams;

head spinning in awkward
angles against the
backdrop of his frame.

is there a
cure for all these screams!?

(or external cause to
blame?)

+

the mirror is not
an
honest source of
reflection;

it is a sycophant
relaying what you
hope to see.

while
pushing you in
the
wrong direction!!


(corrupting most
of memory.)

+

was it always a
cluster-fuck
like this?
(he wonders.)

chaos courting a
facade of  tranquility?;

fables promising
endless bliss!!

(in exchange for
liberty.)

+

he goes to sleep
with the promise of
nightmares;

head stuffed with
haunted
shadow-stones,

which once heard
the
Harmony of The
Spheres!!!

(but became a closet
full of bones.)

j.s.h.

a world within a world

a world within a world.
++++++++++++++

its a world within a
world,

creating new worlds
that 

will likely repeat shit
even

when eternity has
lost

it's sense of
being!

+

eh,

no man,
its a

hamster ball
full

of

Brains going
in

whatever backforward

fashion

you so choose.

( or

they

choose for you.)

+

i doubt that.

theres been a 

break in the bell.

it tolls for 

itself now.

(and never hears

its instructions not

to self destruct.)

bang! bang! bang!

(or flip the broken record,
and play whats on the Otherside.)

j.s.h.