A Cobweb Dream.

A Cobweb Dream.
_____________

I smell Dead
Flowers..
walking through
this Cobweb
Dream..

As Broken
Clocks melt
down Haunted
Hours..

(and Psychotic
Angels tear
out their
Own Wings.)
_

I ask Love
why She Left
Me Here to
Rot..

She Smiles
and says
"I guess I
just Forgot."

Was Anything
in Us ever
Truly Real?!

"No.."
She Whispers..
("Probably
Fucking
Not.")
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I could
knock down
these Paper
Walls if I
so chose..

and buy
more worn
out hand-me
down old clothes..

but I can't
live without
the Cobwebs
in My Head..

(They're the
only Certainty
 I'll ever Know.)
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J.Stephen.H.