vision...

vacant eyes, left to stare beyond
porcelain walls into exquisite absence,
invert memory’s blueprints…
tomorrow suffocates, choked by yesterday’s
unforgiven agony. today never makes it safely
out of the womb…
were the sweet granules on your tongue
the beginning of understanding
or the last taste of deserted will?
who will carry the vision forward, now?

i keep hoping the dried eyes will weep
as they shrink with each inflection of denial.
yesterday’s warning died on parched lips,
charred meaningless inside the corner
of the mind you burned with deliberate malice…
the answer pointed at my heart
pierced my soul, instead. i cannot handle the truth
or dig through innuendo…

i prefer the mirror shattered in anger,
the myriad eyes in spider-webbed refraction…
such penetration, so much wisdom…
until the sun sets and there is
no one left to see…


vision...soliloquies
ja allen