by Jason Brommel

Created on: June 23, 2008

Epilogue:

Life spills out in ribbons like blood from an actor forgotten in the volumes of century worn experience and played out stages

All for the voyeur these parts were made to create diligently the
valence of our times

Coy and Pretentious, Pedantic and Unconscious, Deluded

Flawlessly the broken record of now

Contemporaneous values,
As 25cent gumball machine trinkets,
with out the fun

Fear worn, are the roads
that bury my now deceased boots

Under toiled soil they turn
Reminiscing of days on shelves in stores
On the feet of previous conveyers
To the tattered limp of my journeys
They decompose

Catalytic converter for the pollution of tripe ramblings
False promises of overturned stones
This wayfarer is casting viral friendships aside

Now engineering the whittlings of this mind
To my own ends

I walk barefoot in the desert of my own consumption
Sand burns the face
Wind blown
the signs of abuse are erased

Careful to pick paths now
less to wick me dry of my good intentions

Paint scenes of fortified lush dreams
and remember the future is what I deem
a manifestation of a conscious stream

These feet write their epilogue that no one else will read.

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