Pause... in the Sugar Bowl

Gravel lot
Dusty sparks of "Doses"
ignite my senses

Shady characters dressed in dysfunction

Slip a universe on my tongue
and dance in aching joint agony
with a peach

Cathartic activities in an insect
invaded sugar bowl

A series of compartmentalized experiences
happening at this touch of space

Thrown off kilter
from a question of direction

Cold doubts of existence

Knowledge that she will never be there

Separation of cerebral functions

Faculties handed over to the hidden Grid

A new awareness of past life sufferings

Truth can't be found in semantic rantings

Truth lies...
in the pauses