by Rob Banks

….another slow imprisonment of another

Case of someone’s deranged vicious

intent….silently I remain ill at ease

watching the sickness manifest around

me…daily….

Home is where the hell is…

story of my life…

Carnival music funeral laughter

waiting for impending disaster

if I keep moving I’ll find a way out

but sometimes out

is actually only going further down….

She adorns lofty heights

with the wisdom of angels deep within

her eyes….

Flatlined smile awake all night

torn apart inside

she always takes the time to try

a ghost materialized back into life.

thank you Rob Banks Pope of Punk

for giving me the greenlight to post this