Prison (Pt. 2)

Tangled between

The intangible sighs

Lifted moonlight

And terrible cries

Post-apocalytic stress disorder

Freying all demand across the border

From sickness to sadness

Dread thrice reconciled

The ending tying no knots

And the sea bream sleeping in cots

Buying more time

As the fiddler falls from the roof

The banner of the boatswain

Cockling and swearing beneath

His endearment a faltering stance

As the enmity glows nightly

Giddying along on his villous hooves

Casting off all redemption

With bird-brained intention

Reveling the pharoahs

Beseeching such ineffable desires

One slowly paints a torch

As the old ants build their porch

Stinging all his muck

Buzzing by and relinguishing no joy

Rank and stitched

Neccesary yet futile

Coffins and cuffed muffins

Insidious acts of arrangement

Perfective enchantments disabled

Intake shortened and censored

Upon the cheesecake

And the forlorn rake

Leaves of a haunted autumn

And the tears of their mother

Turntables and record players

Drunken fools and naysayers

Retched and putrid

Smiling on as one would hope

But never expect to see 

In a place like this

How much longer

Must I hoist this shovel

Hither and thither

Through this beige matter?

These sands aren't getting any younger

Dreaming of a colder New Years

Among silent, aimless drifting

And seamless streaming

I stand uncorrected

In a worldwind of lies and confusion

Uncomfortable chords

Casting their silent sympathy

The strums and sounds unheard of

Sinking, storing

A new dimension

And a new story

Cliffhanging may be a fashionable sport

And quite a common cliché

But in time it shall be shed

And the sequel market will reign no more