nonsense and drivel

a searing split of light between my seperate brains became like a surge of knowledge which enabled me to leave behind all known conciousness,
When i buried my son beneath a gravestone marked joseph, i could see the worms eat out his eyes, burrow deep inside his skull,
and make new homes for themselves and their loved ones. Their tiny children nestled in his ear canals and bone joints.
My wife wouldnt let me in the door, wouldnt even peek out through the blinds, I didn't want her to,
want her to see me standing there dirt covered and bright eye'd, we kept spare keys under the matt but i didnt want to grab it,
I didnt need to see the linleum floors and chicken stained counter tops, ebola flailing their political rants like silver tongued demegogues.
I Wandered out into the petrichor, where the forest embraced me with rhododendron limbs and hemlock kisses.
When i came to a horizon i found a field of fox hunt in full blooming fire, lit by our glorious star itself.

bedsheets closed up like the blinds, body bound in bee wax slipped into whispers of drying bug heaps
i saw pasentol in the corner ceiling, and he was weeping as he usually does, sliding across the room
like haunted tree sap, he stopped above me and wailed like a moaning whore
the blanket crept up over my eyes. meant to keep me safe, but i only felt buried
and corpse like.