MonkeyBrainedImagery

  My mental television catches static as I twist the knob to his channel. Fucking UHF frequency. The pictures blocked by a haze of disjointed fuzz allowing a snippet of life in, then, phasing out of color and back to the chaos of the universe creating nonsensical imagery. Adjust the rabbit ears for a smile and laugh. Twist the bow-tie for a story and his voice. The static returns, ever constant, blocking my recollections. The harsh drone of buzzing soundwaves confuse me once more. I hit the wood paneling but nothing clears up. It fades further. It distracts and torments as contrast and color won't re-configure a distorted reality. I s

His room is nearly black, although a small line of light pours in from the slightly cracked open door and falls upon the center of his room. He grabs his stuffed monkey around the neck, clutching it as one would a life preserver during a shipwreck. The blankets a mostly off his body and fear is close by on his face as a muffled thud comes from outside the room. He rises up gently placing his feet on the floor and slowly moves into the light dragging the monkey by the arm. Nothing can be seen in the hall as his eyes adjust to the dim light. He calls out, “Mommy?” Shadows are at play dancing along the walls, he cannot make out the

Starey eyed wonderlust abounds wires cross communications fail My life no longer fits a mold how to books for breathing forgotten functions a coma of the spirit ressecitate only if my heart is yours Why should we seperate the feelings heart and logic disconnect can two truths not be mutually congruent? Looking at myself looking back mirrors reflections distorted personas am I still me? How to relate to others these thoughts are my reality now except no one else can see drawn out art strings of verse pulsating around my head untapped potential flooding from the dams of my mind rushing waves of emotion driven with constant f