Monster Dreams

Broken bridges, dreaming tatters.
Clinging to the sides, that which matters.
Pride is the equal, of its demise.
That which is human, cannot hide.
Smile with me, I smile with you.
Open mouths, gaping wide.
But this is war, friendly war.
Passive active, aggressive lie.
Turn your head, as I walk on by.
Dreaming dreams, of you inside.


--Me. Certainly no Eliot.