Did you see the swirling notes?
Our alien Youth,
your alarming number of arms
and fissure fingers where a
heart should be.
For those paltry imitations,
psychologically deranged, haphazardly
drumming notes of a pale origin.
This reeks of perpetual almost,
an awkward inclination.
Huddled in a fatal fetal,
an exploding toccata of snowflakes,
resident(s) abandoned.

Did the temperature make changes?
Our angles crooked,
your deceitfully measured meters
and carefully petty lies
weaving a history.
In hope & hand, you placed
this paced anticipation.
Grown in gardens of twisted figures,
torturous notes, feel a resurrection.
Crumpled letters to the cracking crock pot,
this is the utmost
in unwanted ingredients.
Wrapped in failing feeling
and unavoidable collision,
presenting a past over future.

Did they feel this pull of gravity?
Our climbing solution,
your hours sing of emptiness,
collected resentments, and all
the waste of wanting.
Come for comfort and a comical tragedy,
pulling a penny from your eyes.
Rated a score in treble clef,
thoughts unreal; reverberating.
Made a promise
to a derailed conductor. Made tracks.
Forgetting a reality check green card
for a dream line subway,
word and world
withdrawn.