pseudo citrus
Devils in the details
selling souls on retail
hunting down a dark trail
screaming thoughts to up-scale
Stories silent flowing
it's silvers silent snowing
like rivers silent growing
my mind is silent scoring
keeping track of all the tasks
tally up the faceless masks
asking if it's what i lack
searching for a face to crack
surrounding my built furniture
houses built for curvature
shadows built me up; a skirmisher
now i change my ways to become a furnisher
decorate my tomb
this acknowledgement smells like doom
would it be to much to assume;
your rings allude to a buried groom
Hidden words in hidden lines
minds lie in clause-like mines
a blow up that only truly shines
when the dust clouds reach above the warning signs
Uninspired mindset
a retroactive reset
alternating presets
i hope we can forget
Devils in the details
foggy words to inhale
findings in the found things failed
contracts stamped, packed and mailed
almost at the ending
can't stop pretending
that roads keep bending
inward towards spending
It's only matter of fact
tact like clocks click, clack
rending ears and breaking backs
fact is no one can really track
shows are over
chairs are folded
moved back over
into shapes we've molded
now child-like innocence
is staging a renaissance
little known significance
is dangerous to magnificence
hats off and heads down
heavy was the heavy crown
hats down and heads off
signed by the final cough
Devils in the details
selling souls on retail
could have been an e-mail
now it's time to high-tale
~Pine~
plucky bay