Blight-Stream

Thoughts with context switches.

"Shaking, muttering, unholy things - scared.

The anger needs - ignited - rolling seas.

Where?"

As he moves within the beast-

Nodding off, again; never faced

He's scrolled off the screen, forgotten

Everything he was

Tangled matted flesh

A few bits of rotting enamel

I’m watching you foolishly stand between 

Lovely sunset crashes in my gaze

I visit from time to time

Watching, toying with unkempt memories of you

Leave without putting them away properly

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This poem is like a flashlight panning a fading gloom-dream.

I like your qualifier "context switches" and have one of those fiendish thingies too!
;-)

It also makes me think of a Radiohead Amnesiac dropped on his head 'midst tech detritus and left for dead.

Enigmatic after-images, thy name is "Blight-Stream."