negative symptoms

in case of emergency break glass

wake up grab the axe start swinging

avoid the shards eat the powder

duck and cover and roll in the shame

dodge the questions

void the answers

and run like hell towards

what’s not enough

or loving

or good

for you.

upon self -reflection,

no reprieve or salvation

merely echoes of derision

of wounds, what hurts

and what’s been lost

what’s been forgotten

what’s been passed over

all that’s muddy

foreshadows the here and now

builds a demon’s lair

atop a parapet of broken stories

reiterated and redundant

nothing is as it’s supposed to seem

emotions opposite of what they mean

in case of emergency break glass

avoid the shards eat the flames

wake up, grab the axe, start swinging

throw gas on the conflagration of shame

dodge the questions, void the answers

delete the solution, marry the problem

what was lost and what’s been found

in the flames?

what’s been bought and

who ransomed the choice

which war from whose loins

 and with whom

to watch the world

burn?

who wants to feel the ease and comfort

another hour with its head

above water, the receding waves

and prescient times

garbled arcane rhymes

about who to believe

under a wave and reprieve

of humanoid sleaze

automaton, ashen

of better times in the tomb

wondering who has the keys

with which heart to believe

trapped as a silverfish

the bureaucracy as smoke through a sieve

who can’t move his lips without

instigating a narrative, deceit

under what rock and with what oath

were the lies cast upon

wounded, hungry arms

grasping for delusions?

slaking immense thirst?