Artifact

halt! the toll booth requires an extraction of a piece of heart - emotions gone awry, like a roller coaster this one is downhill. grin away till the uphill looks too long to battle. halt. screech away, with burning tires not wanting

dressed up to look like a clown whose mind is quite perplex - at a grinning specter walking in dreams he can not tear himself away from.

i caught a silver wasp, who cringed when caught: to let it fly - in starry horizons, gold leaves beckon. i did not understand how this dreary earth could hold splendor told from tiny life beseeching much.

and beneath it - all that crankling bells and whistlers no one hears an internal world shut out from curious inquisitive minds wanting to ponder: a sting ray decides a best option with barbs and all, the fisherman

gold becomes copper, yellow somewhat but the buyers smell some thing off smells fishy. a hook and a wriggling life don't end me!

astringent, sharp, caustic biting - sugar coated mmmmm the insides churn, try to process, fathom a burning, feels like. it's nourishing, the medical doctor chided, it's working, your body is healing,

some collect stamps, some collect pieces of faces, i could be you tomorrow, some collect fixes when the long haul looks dismal. why wait? some collect sacrifices not theirs, a gimmick if not caught: obeying the law

most of the time it does not matter, what i think, what you think as long as no request is being demanded, the why, how becomes like harmless trinkets wrapped up, shelved, put away. icicles melt, an impact, then trinkets

orange lights, red flags a neon light - dazzling, intoxicating, suffocation comes later. dizziness, this is not for the faint hearted this tap dancing on a tightrope.

i danced with my illusion, knowing it was an illusion, no deception right? i played with good emotions, since what's there without it? i ran to the nearest restroom when the sweat, air and noise eventually got to me,