truth

scatterbrain beat hits the cerebrals of the crescent moon and splashes the crash every other pentameter. with the crowing of the brass rooster in the horizon above the eastern sunrise. the mountains spiral up in chords of dioxyribose while the nucleotides of acidic reflux of my father's astigmatismic sight; genetic pool's rich in flaws. volcanic eruptions carry the music notes and the baritone of the homeless man's narcoleptic tourette's voice. lost in the blurred vision of the icy roadway next to the skilift when his eyelids open to see hers staring back into his. a comfort so deep that he can't breathe in his sleep. the cortex of the hurricane system forecasts the retreat for shelter in the skull of a rabbit; hollowed. hallowed be the hollowed hallway leading all the way to the radioactive fallaway. the fallout is white as snow and crisp as glass shards spewed from the windshield of my car at eighty-three miles an hour. of course i'm dreaming, silly, is anything ever truth with me?