tugging on pantlegs and noosing laces

peering upon Pop's empty corpus spaces

children coveting villains

so colorful and dreamy

each line wrought in principle and passion

the real ones only confused..

and the heroes sheath their weapons,

merely reality show amused

they bait you into belief

riffraffs of self imposed grief

homeless synapses dashing

every imbalanced chemical

every autumn blood drop crashing

ancestors drifting in the night air

wanderlusting in the slim mackenzie county fair

.

setting insects aflame, while

playing god on the side walk of shame

flicking appendages and ashing -

taste buds of youth, nostalgia flashing -

aspiration

lost among street corner cashing

they walk among the dead

they walk among the living

they walk among the kindred

i drift in the penitent night

will you not come home?

will you clench your fists for one last fight?

or will you just come home?

just to tell your mother it won't be alright