Sleepy Mirrors

Mirrors mirroring a mirage of manipulated instances
breaking the majority of unclean and unconcerned cowled owls of unknown societies
scorned by an unclean ushering of yuppie cultists cultivating various untold truths;
about living life in a club gathering of galvanized realities


Mirrors creaking in orgasmic lockup sensations to the beat of a tedious epiphany
of yellow guns blazing and muzzleflashes muffled through hours of beholding beholders
of dearly prized and useless boulders
with golden corroded pricetags beneath the railroad tracks.
drawing another breath of smoke, drinking another beer, going back to sleep.