Darious is Sexy, but Derek is Gay

Sing

Sing of all we have
lost. Might there be a dream that remains true?
Listless and hidden the outgoing glare.

We live in an idiot box,
with many shaded idiot lights.
So far gone are the glory days of Timbuktu

There is a time in
this modern day where,
the light holds the sun in a hostile decay,

When

The trees are gripped between lines of searing sway.
A romance defined by skylines,
before the sky.

And sight stretches only as far as our own swollen bellies.

Sarah

Sarah

Sarah sinks into

a shallow and grave disposition.

This is life!, she thinks

and fails under it.

To her the digging is four days past due,

but for her mother

only two.

There is a sound that resounds

like a screaming page familiar.

It is her Romeo

yet he is bidding adeu.

For four days hence

she will sink again

but for her mother only two.

Matthew Argalas

Albeit in the manner
in which all was contrived
we see that all was built
before our time

And when the towers
are higher than our memories
I think we shall see the true
span of our faculties

For there is a steady rain inside the hour
when time drips
traces
and then falls away
there is a rain inside the hour

-Matthew Argalas