boasts a wicked wind

perpetual poison

howling about

screaming whispered secrets

in small circles of idiots


frosty change of

attitude and apathy sends

ache ripping through the bones

like a bite of bitter brown tar


circumstance becomes comedy to

exploit the inexplicable

and pour deceptive sweetness

onto proper sin


pain wringing the heart dry

perhaps for the sake of

perilous pleasure


entertainment of those

who applaud emptiness

and sob stories

in a rainbow of horror

that bends the mind to conformity


pointy fingers shrieking

--bad--

on every corner


no color left of acid dreams

melting into hell and hierarchy


full spectrum blacked out in

angry sharpie tones of

taunt and tragedy