Amplified

Scarecrows in the antic
moaning their decay
bent dreams of caramelized reality
transcends optic elegance
into a throb of aching enigmas.

Karma holocaust felt in surreal glimpses,
horror visits as door to door salesman
selling formaldehyde vacuum cleaners
for the conscience.

Exit signs glow in dementia's night,
but you never find the door knob
because world leans sideways
in your coffin thoughts.