Burnt memories
scarred daydreams
hunger for a subsidiary delicacy
aching for a taste
a tongue touching chill
metallic and stubborn
a lingering caress still
death in mortician fantasy making bread to enliven decay
yeasty rot
sour
impatient
foul smelling winds of advancing evolution
cantankerous planetary crust hosting deviltries
obsolute revelries
even bittersweet rivalries
mass explosions of hipocrisy
reigning supremacy over idle thoughts
jumping to disdain through rings of the mundane and lifeless
enveloping activities so common to the nature of the sleeping man/fool
majority of course
diluting senses then screaming ecstacy
the everyday morons disease
complaints without action
subservience while degraded
meaningless
sustaining daily life giving chores
one hand open
the other's on the floor
those who wrote your life laughing silently
mocking hardships and tremors of distrust
the insanity of humanity evident in the daily calamities
casualties
rushing to earn pennies to feed big cats obese with everyone else
how many days until doom?
will the lion ever be eaten by the zebra?
The question is..
willl the living ever learn to tell the truth?