Demented
Chair’s rock along old porch boards. Blue stained light fighting against shadows. Wind’s breath chilled bumps on skin, lantern warming face. Rocking along with the chair, record’s skip behind from inside the bungalow. Pipe in mouth puffing steam, mouth a train’s exhaust pipe through a hole of smiling rotten.
Mind sifts through bushels of thorn, assessing the time. Scenario after scenario run like film inside. Imagined, past, playing out in time, doesn’t matter what’s the rhyme. Presented a show, one of thine own making. A story perhaps or an old waking. Sleep or awake no longer able to tell, this demented picture never tells.
One enters the scene clear as day, pulls the night adrift and away. Feel a burn on skin, tightens with breath, rips asunder showing nothing but bone. Up and away out from the bungalow, into the swamped feverish water. Dunked inside, corpse dives back first, with light above blinding, burning every insight. Sinking back into rocking chair, still rotting with smoke cancerous inside.
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Two makes for snow, more like ash, way it falls to the outside. Air heavy with conceded thought in every breath, rage induced into rhyme. With ash laden waters counting every flake, ripples out, reaching out for thine. Claiming each one, falling into its insides. Insight-less, pointless and dying in time. Record’s skip makes for clock’s rapping, every passing second in time.
Three makes for rot, spreads itself through rock. Into mouth down it’s tendrils have no bounds. Pulses itself into everything it sees, feels, and thinks. When heart bound has no place to grow, thrives only on demented chow. Heart’s beat, protective charm pushing rot out. Returning to cancerous smoke blown out, let it leave for it has no place now.
Chilling one back to bone. All makes for demented picture, creature formed in tow. Rocks through the night, back and forth biding time. Showing pathetic rotten smile, it’s thoughts without rhyme. Broken record spins inside empty bungalow.
All for one night, pointless yet divine, pondering creature’s time. Rot spread to core, along record’s skip. Demented creature is time.
