Your Corrupted Loneliness

Your corrupted loneliness is a two-edged sword, fantasies and
insanities
Spawning self-important matters, hollow bamboo vanities
inconsequential balance of inanities, your sub-conscious splitting
hairs
Influence peddlers treading softly, they have penetrating words that
they can spare
Your bogged-down mind readily evolves from movie reel to feelings
trapped in violence
you think you have complete control of that vast conspiracy of
silence
Accepting uncut videotape and film noir as your own peculiar language
in the rising mist

Watching heavy-metal days go rushing by, twisted hurried hours in
yearned for nothingness
hysteria vines running rampant, massed confusion spurting rapid growth
regrets
Your grandiose imagination giving sway to weeping willie reasons that
quickly go astray,
Cynical antihero shadows darting, oozing ozoned black-thorned roses,
stench of death's decay
spewing forth their yellowed cautionary fabled tales
Toxic waste producing nightmares, swamp-gas murky vales
lead-poisoned archeaological digs unearthing monolithic highland's
frozen fist

You nightly dream of thickened-plots, unsympathetic and oblique
straightforward sandpaper voices write awry, grand in their
critiques
obdurate reasons uncontrolled, upclose statements, unperfected personal
rites
Discarding shakedown dogma feelings as fallen comrades wail like
mites
piercing the very hardcore flesh of your tender Achilles heel
Rogue-red spears of freedom sharply pricking, cannoned mortars blast
with zeal,
warrior thoughts intensify, sought in ancient truth, burgeoning
discoveries, folly's final kiss