Something Long Awaited

i'll swallow this pastiche like a wad of gum letting it clog within the chords

feeling its impediment along the walls

tying the arms

it's bound my legs and clutched by hands

forcing me to stare down the reflections of a cerulean eyes pluto

disguised in indigo madness

it's not convivial chrism passing it along the throat of commodity

but rather a nefarious negation eating the soul

just dont let me sit by stolid

this road that's been carrying is still materialized

immolated until there's nothing but a foggy madness

and itchy, drying, impishness of two crimson eyes

no cars to populate, no roadkill to sacrifice

just another thick orange sky

no rain from glassy eyes

no pain from ashy skies

divinity crawls spiderlike out of quivering hands

but left in return are eyes of sheltered clues

they scout out the positions of the momentary savior

to scout his intensions and his willingness to lie

a carpetbagger visits me in my weakest moments

dudgeon glares he silences me, foraging for something i cannot see

then comes to desist in my arms

i see you marching to the tunes of pneumatic lungs

just one breather, a reliver to linger long enough for this grasp to single out

i'm dropping, falling to a blur with no passenger with me

i'm falling, still falling down a gap in my lack of air

no air

i'm choking, choking on my idiocy on my presumptions