I tend to write really well for a time and then totally die out and have to relearn how to do it. The last few poems I've posted have been me trying to relearn it. I like this one though I don't feel it is perfect. It will prolly take a long time before it is so.

I feel empty
Cold steel
A grain silo raped with wind

A warm breeze
Starves me
Anchors me to it

It will die because the truth cannot be found again
The tail of fate, horror, hell, I’m trying it
Give away the dream
Embrace everyone and their place
Walk away with me
To the milk hide habitat

The cartoon
The playful poltergeist
Psychotic state of being
It’s crawling on the page and under your skin
The audience screams and masterbates
Let them see you again

The joker
The shins
The caged will of everyone who’s lost
The lions, gnomes and mirror house
The Broken glass and blood that shames it
We will each have our moment
To say if you were good in bed

The grain silo
You were born to be abused
Stare at the walls

holy shit dude
this is pretty amazing, maybe it is that i am in the right head space to really appreciate it but i think it is pretty beautiful and horrific at the same time. that is how i like it.