Splitting darkness like divided shade
On a pleasant afternoon-
I wear my eyes closed
Because I like how it feels.
Neighborhood wind chimes
Silence their dissonance
As police sirens resound.
An alcoholic utilizes gibberish
Living out his momentary importance
As only the depraved can-
We’re beautiful sinners after 3am.
Like a pig uses mud to prevent cauterization
We elude prayer to practice being human.
Sleeping with guns by bedside
Or knives beneath withering pillows,
Blind stimulus prompts reaction
Encased in lucid abandonment
While flesh inches closer to an unsheathed blade,
We fear what’s plain.