No Sense, No Resolution

who stood by me the most In the muddy years of adolescence an invisible crutch, a stretcher of magnetic preportion may it be harmonious, or a cacophony of dissonance the eyes salinate, the skin raises, the body with its contortion Soon it will never be created with honesty ever again Soon it will be destroyed with machines my ears will begin to hemorrhage my lips will crack and bleed my fingers callous my belly aches my eyes shut my breath stops. Inhale! life begins life returns to you life feigns in the middle of the night like a day sleeper with a bloody wallet I cannot keep you in my catacombs no longer hit the streets with new attitude and new vigor Please, my love, breath again and refuse to give in to life's barriers. Life has turned into night and now has turned into day heart strings have been cut, and you have left me Only soft whispers of pain are what is left to say please, sister, close my door and let me be. leather jacket, cigarette smoke, a greasy beanie from 1981 make no effort to save this broken chariot my god, please return me my only begotten son he has absconded to the last hotel marriot This poem receives no resolution.