The Sock-Monkey As Alone

 The ending. It’s strange but totally obvious Kind of of out of control Only we’re driving the car The imponderable darkness Of knowing you can’t say what You need to say Because the battle was lost Because half our forces Thought they were above the game Of cause and affect But I type If only so I can still say anything It’s not about hopelessness Nor is it about judgment It’s about not being Able to not fear the spider In the bedroom

  Alone my hand drifts through the lake of stars... As memories pass through the passage shared. where the old feelings fall like aging scars. On memories of contrast and despair.   It is the dragon of the Milky Way... Robed in a green and orange leather coat. With a black fur proud like a lion's mane, as a cutlass is to a dragon's throat.   "it is the prayer of my pilgrimage That we should remember where we depart. The purity within a sacrament that the blade of the word will remain sharp."   From where the dead are to dance in the light... that this death may return and be alive!

  For the second time today the clocks around the world stopped. First there was the threat of world war three then the bombs dropped. The mushroom clouds swallowed all of history in a few bites. Yet the poor bastard... Edward Blue-water had a girl on his mind. Things were not over maybe especially in the afterlife. His daughter was supposed to be born today. He was running next to his wife as the doctor's wheeled her toward the maternity ward. She was screaming at him. "I don't care what I said to better damn well give me some painkillers or I will get drunk on your blood!" "That's it honey just keep breathing, that's right deep breaths." Said Edward. "I swear to the most high I will make you pay for putting me in this situation." Said his wife. That was the last thing she said before the mushroom clouds sang their song. A quire of destruction in the temple of tomorrow. His daughter was a late term abortion as were any of his hopes for the...