(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

mangled

outside his house
there's a mangled car
with bricks instead of wheels
with rust instead of paint

inside his house
there's a mangled man
suppressing nightmares
with a lighter and a pipe
the weed lights his
way into tv static dreams
the bubbling water soothes him
into a vegetative state
of informercial heaven

he can't even smile anymore
but at least he feels numb
that's all that matters
to him
he couldn't cope
so he stuffed his soul into
a bowl
and he burned it away
into smoke

his will power
his ambition
-- all gone
and when he stares long enough
his pupils begin to glow with static
even when the tv's off

this is how pain is escaped
running away forever
into the shiny black screen
on a decomposing couch

outside his house,
the last of the paint on his car
flakes away
a little more rust spreads
over the metal
the colour of a
flesh-eating fungus

outside his house
there's a mangled car
eroding into scraps

inside his house
it's much worse