I want to react
But the act
Is getting too real
To enact my plan
To realize
My plan
The plan I have.
I have it.
Don’t believe me?
Me neither.

But that doesn’t
Make that ether
Disappear,
It doesn’t matter
If its clear
It’s still fuzzy
It’s still fuzzy
Where’re all the details?
You’re spinning tales
And I’m spinning
Towards fails,
Two more
Allowed before
The fall
It will come if they
All bring it about
If it comes around
Who am I to give
The go around
To the go
Ahead sound?
I’m not.

Neither are you,
So let that **** flow
And glue your ears shut
And trap itself in the
Negative space
And remember
Remember always
The face
That belted
The sounds
The notes
The subtle hints
At doubt
And expectations
That pass
Without
Fruition.

Lead me to perdition
Yellow canary
Fly fly fly
Out of the sunken
Black lung
And spread the
News when
You return
To confuse me
An olive branch
A laurel wreath
And an infant’s hand
Held in your beak,

I command you to speak
Of flying free
And color
And sun
And the hate that breeds
Within the youth
That believes in truth
But sees the vultures
Feed at the kissing
Booth
On young ladies
And beaus
And constant flowing
Prose
That’s just babble
Cuz no one knows
What that rabble
Really holds,
It’s not gold,
It’s not happiness
It’s cold
And happening less
Often than the
Human breast
Can use to soften
The hard day’s
Unrest.

Let’s
Build a coffin
Of wedding dresses
Cuz I’m coughing
And these dressings need
Changing
But the nurse isn’t coming
Even though
The alarm is clanging
Away above my door
But its so easy to ignore
A sack of flesh
Waiting to die
In their Sunday best
In a hospital bed,

With fluorescent
Lights
Illuminating
The dead
We gather in parlors
And iron our collars
And say how much we
Will miss
The missed,
But what will we miss?
The memory of a kiss?
It’s a memory
In the contemporary,
It takes time you see
For it to exist and
For my brain to be
Stimulated
By the bliss
In me
You instill
But still I’m in
Too deep
I don’t want to keep
Losing this much sleep,
It’s not good
For you

To see me
As you do now,
Towelless
In the bathroom
Powerless to
Escape the vacuum
Of the drain
In the middle
It’s dark when you look
Through
But you know where it
Goes?
A river of ****
That flies through pipes

Like this river of **** I
Write that
Flows in through
Your eyes
And out from
Your shoes
Into the sky.
Lol.