Around and Thank You

A night like this screams
Rippling through the years
Tearing apart the fabric of your life
A spun standard
Flying the wind.

My voice will fall flat, I don't need anything to prop or profit,
Except plainly to shiver, break like a splinter
And split
Half mast,
Strong toast,
Last laugh.
First winter I could stand
And I scream,
Sidewalk trailing the smoke,
A golden bough
Serene.
I gather up the remnants of my discarded jokes
A shantytown of revelry,
Glory to the most readily available deity,
And see how I burn in the forming.
Test of temptation
I feel broken, shackled by shame
Arrogance whispers, my pain is nothing
I wasn't wanting from the onset, honest
Nyx this Saturday,
A broken back in stuttering.
Sleep, keep your heels ahead of the hounds.

Around and thank you,
Say Vishnu.