coming in and coming out
erected and perfected;
vivisected
Suckled on yellow tongues
tainted by willows and half-lies
Balloons with hands groaning
None here are loaning out their heads to shop windows
Black and blue the only thing left is pigment hope,
and junk rope lining the dead-heirs with washed out eyes of Mexican ***** lice in licorice dunes

So the finger twists and the **** red hot squeels in absense of authority. Pluck your own seed fa**ot

Kodak blue
visions in a submarine den cottage with pink paper
The fan will whisk her away but so will the vines.
If it goes so do my ears now vibrating in salacious hum, doldrum metal aluminum scream

I found you like a child in the space under the stairs
What happened of your smile once so
pearly?

Rise up rise up
Rise up
to the dogs and choirs and to the
Audience that stares, sigh slightly and gratefully
You only ever had yourself,.  They came as parasites after
   and left  as the fire started to rage in the combing street below the hospital windows

Not really a poem, but I just want to throw everything away and start a life in nature and live among people who love and understand me and who I can work with to achieve in that setting.
Simplicity.
Food needs met
Water needs met
Shelter
And finally love with no distractions

Because I don't remember how to be human. I'm always looking elsewhere. I want to be here with them. I want to be here with you. I can't make it on my own

I love myself
I am god
I made the stars and carved into the rock
the flood killed the few
Was it so simple then

It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society

I have that stapled on my wall,
   above my drawing of a cat.
  and I feel no better, I sometimes wish I was well-adjusted. life would be easier being
empty

measured in miles
and weighed down by smiles,
the blue glimmer in your eye
now looks like chalk
.  dead
   and sleeping