Destroy All Monsters

That loneliest island
the terror of your interior
moving downward
in a bright and beautiful storm
in the arms that harm
those unnegotiable demons
the steady stream of un-communication
and the calm excuse of distance
a savior in a flying saucer
an irreversible stare
while those buildings burn...again
I’d drive forever
and you know it
patterns of disbelief
the sickening slide and walks to nowhere
houses still burning
eyes still blurring
it’s mass destruction and heartless quiet
confusion is no protector
no creative resolve
the impossible compression
2300 miles to chaos
2300 miles to sanity
2300 miles to nowhere at all
the space collapses
with air...thinning
thinking
where is that island of monsters?
that horrible thought
and mental mis-cue
space is not the place
for a being in flux
for a final approach
or an aborted mission
pre-destined or not
those monsters are gone.