Fanshawe speaks through poetry

Decrepit Infallibility

Staring at shadows with forms of disbelief like rusty nails stinging my skin

running over crushed glass with the intentions of repairing broken butterflies in my stomach basking in syringe stuck questions

anxious razors cut up the last of the letters I wrote to you

under this morose sun you tell me things will get better

I kick footsteps with dislocated toes, thinking... lost lovers trudge on through indifferent snow falls

haven't we foreshadowed empathy amongst the universe yet

inoperable winds cast blankets of shrapnel over our delicate footsteps

monsters around the corner, monsters around the corner

maneuvering past these shards of porcelain

with rose peddle cheeks you incoherently touch the brim of the sun

were becoming akin to cocoon strategies

dissecting ourselves in mother nature's obtrusive womb, listen to the static

scornfully feeling the shadows off of the tombs of past lives

doom into serenity and serenity into doom

third degree toxic fumes we indulge

that melancholic bird is sadly bleeding from internal wounds

nocturnal moons stare upon us with ghostly eyes

dirt spirits lay another dying dog to sleep

as a funeral procession for the harrowing the afterlife of day

before suicidal angels sing sorrowful lyrics into the life of night

we're staring at the why's through broken family picture frames

our internal clocks rest above broken family picture frames

the clock strikes nowhere as we are left in disarray leaving us with bites across our ankles

seeing lasers pointed at our cloud nine while tip toeing through time portals

we develop out of microchip stem cells, a tight rope strategy for humanity full moons inherently manipulated the manifestations of our cells

whispered conundrums strum minute hums into wounded ear drums

while we begin cringing at the aftermath to come we wonder while sleeping

stepping over remnants of euphoria only to slip in and out of comas

undetermined forecasts we are in

thus a decrepit soothsayer begins, to speak.