ALONE IS A SWEET DISGUISE

Alone
as i flow into the ancient invaded mind
stone walls built dry
square green fields where round fat sheep sleep
Alone
i make sure the razor is blunt
face dotted in red datelines
glass undusted like an art work
several unread paperbacks lay in battlefield distress
Alone
two angels drinking in one corner
none speak but in casual glance measure my birth
electronic wires stretch snaking across the island floor
skins shed in ruffled piles
life weak in slit silence
Alone
child proof in its adult secure season
the white plastic doctor spills into perfect crisp chemical in its kiss
dry creased fingers 
push tiny afterlifes in estates and vacant indecisions 
Alone
a record last of the vinyl clan
scratches cat clawed at memories historic night
brown malty liquid delights quickly
flooding into a chipped well used china cup
Alone
Alone

Alone.