Broken Does as Broken Is

Watching noir in the cracked rearview / petrol pools beneath moonlit dew A fire’s rage berates his prayer / too late to save, too lost to care Carnage lies in forward cast eyes / ever drawn whither madness cries Afraid to live, but scared to death / a swell of questions, yet naught to quethe

The Deadening

Memory is the bane of impermanence, and impermanence, the enemy of memory His salivating eyes dine on the beforeward and afterward, hungry for what was, never was, and shan’t be Straining against the current, he’s awash with sins of the past, for to take away the pain, would be to suffocate Survivor’s guilt for this