Plastic Image Bands

There is no use
for the thoughts
your curves
and
smile
bring to mind.

There is no use
for the burning sins
my mind grasps for
after the grave.

Rain drops are falling
and fallen
and fall
just in your way.
Blocking the sight,
convoluted in fright
and block out the day.

Broad stretches of gray
and insightful
lies tonight.
Meaning what they say
and never saying what they mean
as they stack and curve
and bend in plastic tubes
and metal humming sights.

Mechanical beings
and frightful sights
and trusting lies
all saying what they mean
and never say they say.

All convoluted in sight,
convulsing in drunken rage
at the sight of self
and fright at the images
reflected by the self of self
in the self.