My Monster

among you and I and among us all remains a feeling of shallow intoxication that seems to play on and on and on in our respective heads as everyone important to us has gone on to some beautiful destiny I sit here amongst the caucasion sleeves of paper on the floor of my chamber the numbness of the so called "art" on the radio mommy, I have done it as the winter approaches, we batten down ourselves for the impending darkness snow ensconces the dull tundra of all the acres understandably blundered by the wings of burden and shame I toil with the literature of my past and the science of my future I thought I found you at least a dozen times, but you weren't you daddy, throw another log on the fire is there mercy in this chaos and this uncertainty? will I ever retain escape velocity and leave this earth? I must leave this place and find sanctity elsewhere no doctor revive me, no professional conversationalists, please. mommy, daddy, take me home. the shoreline thunders, with the red clay -- imitating dover I stare down at the mercurial wash of the crushing tides special sequins rain down into the fundy sea below I shall wake the wight inside of me and destroy the pain inside of thee. mommy, daddy -- rape the teeth from within my head to paint a better picture of the son you thought you knew brother, I miss you and your insolent charm. but little monster, I think I will stay for you.