Cracks in the Glass
Vile volatile myopic
Clipped wings grow discontent
Garbage vortex sea of lies
Tapping into Animalistic
Over under tones
Black and white sky
Blanks with misty gray
Rolling over hills in time
Feelings digested
Mind takes them like soldiers
Going out in battle
Importance lost\found
Padded walls
Humor falls
Abyss consuming all
Candy coated
Sweetens the deal
Black tar in the
Haloed moon
Whispers voices
Innocently destructive
Experience steals or gives
Words rolling
In forbidden shadow's show
Alive subjugates intention
How might one unlock
Madness into Contentment
Sullen smiles
Foreshadow desperate times
Rhythm takes its toll
Selfless conception
Mother to all Violation
Toppled trees washed away
By ebbing tide
Riding waves of comfortable solitude
As angry uncles scream deadening sighs
somewhere a baby cries
Gripping on to the purity
It loses with every earthly breath
Breath Easy
Relentlessly humdrumming
Feet falling
Eyes beholding light
The patterns on those
Thrice beaten walls
Bathroom stalls
Where I've injected
Liquid life
In the darkness of
Ambivalently gray
City Solitude.
Embers Burn tracks
In your mind
Stunt me tire from
Folly lost on their
Consuming lust
Stringy sinews heat up
Melt in a vat of boiled down
Misery
Chaos throws the stones
Watches them scatter
Decided indecision
Cracks in the glass
My mirror is shattered
I look to it no longer
Yet yearning sense of place
Invades all nothing days
Turns my cheek
To the needle in my hand
Whispers craze us all
Hidden in velvet cloaks
Imagery repeats itself
Trickery may save you
Humble or maniacally
Criminal
Movement is craved
Shaking me down
I stare you down
A face off in relentless time
Lust or loathing
Choose an emotion
Or choose a way of speaking
That keeps you busy enough
To ignore.
Single star north
Lights the way
Forgetting
We all don't look up
Mellow unconscious
Can be a useful distraction
Reaction can be a funny thing
Constant couch surfing
Through Empty space and time
Sent here for being myself
Nothing else
Who now gazes upon me
Nothing\Nothing
I know of
Quenches completely
The thirst
For tingling excitement
Wrapped in your own small hand
Animosity only understands
Its strengths
All I want
Is one true hand
To hold me down while I grow
New wings
Bought out of the mouths of small and shiftless
Hondurans sell life much cheaper
Than most
It's hard to ignore.
Despite moonlight ghosts
Desperately calling out ethereal lures
I might just live
Quell those voices
that forgo your ears,
not too far to fall
With your feet
On the ground.
by
Oka Hutchins
