I am not a genius, nor am I mad
I am just very, very sad.

Following fall I can hardly recall
Crawling back out the black when I fell off the ball
And I find myself backed up against the same wall
I can't fess up to kissing, bleeding I still stall
In the mess scared and ******* just feeding -
Feeble guesses dare gone missing, misleading
Beating lessens the heart i need is fleeting
browned each page before starting to study
Down the echoing hall like a ribcage is ******
Knees that need ground gashed by scattered glass
Found a gnashing still thrashing unbearable sound
Firmly lashing your crashing mind terrible bound
Shattered, pass
Classless unflattered
what's the matter
what's it matter
what's the matter
what's it matter

Eyes wide
The end collide
Can't hide
And then I died

I cannot make light
Of it - is gone
In dark, grey is white
We've over drawn
Clumsily while night
Dies in the dawn
Sinking in the bite
Beneath a yawn
Responsive invite
That came out wrong

Windowless laughter
The ringing, gone
From a retreating
Right moved along

Concerted after
clinging so strong
Drums a repeating
yes, you belong

I cannot make light
Of it - is gone
I cannot make light
Of it - is gone
I chose not to fight
Knight with a pawn
Rope burns, lost the kite
Dug heels in lawn
Damning line too tight
To walk upon

I cannot make light
Of it - is gone
Verse whispered recite
replaces brawn
Determined polite
close liaison
I cannot make light

      Of it - is gone

Along the way
Some steps I've missed
Still long to say
No, I insist
I'm wrong, but they
Consider this
First stone to pay
Rehearsed interest

TIME

I'm running out
Of confidence
Of common sense
My confidants are on the fence
Confederate incompetence
Forgetting what it represents
Refraction second somnolence
Relinquish rests recognizance

Iconic pass Aphrodite
Icon platon-ic and mighty
Contend   in    gin   and   tonic
Vigor fighting
   compulsion flighty
Rigor biting
   revulsionninglory sighting
And the lighting
Lends lonely writing
Recommends  a tone reciting
I'm alright
I'm all right
We all write
I'm all right

Racing rounded repression
I have a confession
Profound stead impression
Confounded live session
Astounding is sounding
Like bound bring recession
Inbound will resound
In grins drowned sting depression
Sing out, it's my confession!
My ground is regression!

today is a parallel to evolutionary swoon
And we can blame biology for acting a buffoon
so if you're not a fan of Jesus, this is maybe your kind of tune
oh it's the day of egg hunting, we wild spermatazoon

Yes, it's Easter and on Western shores the stars tell a fortune
of the irony that of all days it is this for red moon
Is it still considered trolling if the tides 'neath our pontoon
Reflect from sunrise until dusk turn me into a goon

Oh it's the day of egg hunting, we wild spermatazoon
So we here relay with grunting, like air let out a balloon
To find the womb, to find the egg, to nestle us cocoon
Oh it's the day of egg hunting, we wild spermatazoon

May where once
      was a tomb
blossom hope
       in this room
                    to resume trust
                    to consume us
       in the peace
       by the warmth
of this bloom