Alone Now, Naturally

I never felt more alone,

and wretched

and free to be me.

A ghost of the past, a 

glimmer of future,

a wisp of my old self

weathered and wrinkled,

dying in the trite

a proverb in the making...

Adjectives just behoove me,

you take that glee.

A dusting of maelstrom

in jokey quota is where you are 

and what was meant to be...

Honesty craves in fervid dream-

no one will really know me,

except in projection;

a silent actress upon a screen

of 3D.

Numbness has comfort

from vain and glory,

it's all just the same,

happy talky talk as

missing dreams.

Illusions are elusive 

in the buttering buttress,

acid rain will wear over time.

The limestone left

drips in sadness 

as tourists are taken

in by the cheap.

Demons hover and savor

in licking flames, as angels

cry upon fruited planes.

What's not told in the telling

lies open for turpitude

slithering into place.

In weariness and tide,

as backlash and foam,

waves ripple as untethered

dreams recreating the mystery

of what is all seem.

In best intent and wishes,

I'd like to believe that there's

solace in wash and new paths

in fresh mud.