My ears are tingling
from the barrage of dyslexic sounds
and my hair is curling as fast as
any olympic event

I can't pay attention either
It all just drifts by
invisably swept in the
seawave current

Nothing else matters
Does it
Because my legs twitch
anyway

And it spreads with infection
Giggling like a gaggle of geese
or girls
to peak the top
of the end of
the bungee rope

Sweeping fans clear the cobwebs
full of the captive sunbeams
in the rafters in the closets
the minds of the mimes

Petering out
to Only a tri kle
A pleasure of peaking
and swifting being overwhelmed
by the black hole of the past
turning the world inside out

Falls
That's what it All does
Then crystallizes
into a thousand twenty bajillion four
morsels of careless color
Shining and gleaming spotlights

Tantalizing the eyes
of silly maskéd
prisoners
Turning them on
tremendously

but it all grays
to mud all the colors
in a palette make gray
You knew that
when you were a child

So pick up the paintbrush
   and follow the directions
by the people who cared
enough to invent
a color by number
So easy and convenient

Even never in your wildest
dreams could
You imagine

How you ARE?
It all moves in circle spiraling
inside themselves and it ALL
movessofast
crossing-up and melting-under
while her water breaks down
below under the stairs, next
to the garage between the two
Great sphinxes no it doesn't I
won't cry

Your wrong you own it
because you always almost never
find delight in the bells who hum
indiscrimately dividing siamese
tulip bulbs ironically yelping
(out loud) rather than silent like
two lips that bulge

twitch it goes right behind when
you looked out
the corner of your eye white tail just
disappearing and That thought is gone
forever you sometimes manipulate
your self next to all the others

It isn't gone but he'll never admit
it he's never always
correct rulering everyone's
personalities. into bologna

and you alwaysalways you thought
but rhapsodied her way into and
no One knows who he means Anymore, Anyway.

Running in epileptic circles
my dreams that can't even escape
these malemetal mindtraps
securely locking up the bodies of the
evildoers happening to catch my soul
between the stainlesssteel and whitewash
and scratchy blankets on my cheek
my eyes sticking, body convulsing
and the Watchers! I can't take it
I feel my sanity quickly fleeing the beady
unblinking soulless inhumanity
black warts on the ceiling
I frantically count relying on obsessive compulsions
to sleep. I sleep out of the sour sweat of fear
but sleep only leads me to
running in epileptic circles

It was all taken
bare. that's how I was
naked labrat surrounded by
murderers
leaking sanity nastily
from artificial orifices
All the world part of perpetual seizures
running in epileptic circles

It catches in my throat
I try to scald it down
with a nonfat latte- no foam, please
but a resilient hairball like this
is latched on tightly-
a gila monster attached to the
sweetest ****.

My sentences are choked and can't-
the stares beat my face, I lower
my eyes only to feel the eyewounds
lash my back and a striped cardigan
offers no protection.

I curl up and twitch just like
that dog I once (or twice) kicked
dark in a closet or under a bed
and wait for salvation but no one ever
comes and eventually
I have to deal before the SWAT
team catches me with tear gas
and I cough up lizard after lizard.

I sing along to drown out the voices
My sad playlist and I sit
listless
and I stubbornly ignore myself
If you can't say anything nice
then take your fingernails
and curl off my skin
starting at the genitals
effectively preparing me for taxidermy
Off I search
Alone is notsafe
Alone is smiling crookedly
from empty bones and a few yellow teeth
My naked pieces scattered carnage
on the dank floor of my cell
covered in hotel carpet
So ******
it almost gets me off
Reminds me of venereal hookers
and air freshener
which always results in tainted pleasure
So I put on my dark circles and bags under my eyes
to fit in
and I leave the thousand unlit cells
some empty
some containing rancid bits of pancreas
and I keep climbing blindly
I lost an eye in 14D
I humorlessly squished the other as I bent to pick it up

My ears are singing
Great choral winds of pleasure
Resulting from the vibrant air
echoing from peak to peak
Waves rolling along my spine
dolphins alongside my flying ship
The gong behind my forehead
reverberates with the ends of my nerves
in quick beats of ecstasy

I sat this evening
there beneath the swallowing trees
adjacent to the immortal stumps.
I sat
and thought.
Nothing new. Don't die.
Relax. Persevere *******!

And I happened to believe myself.
"He's wise sometimes," I said.
The passers passed me by,
averting their curious little beady eyes,
purposefully blindsiding the phantasmic figure
curled up pensively. They rush by.
I eat the dusking sky
and the squirrels and placid spiders
night down within the knowing trees.

Peaceingly, the twilight dawns anew.
Unsteady, I stride toward clumping moths with
wishful confidence. Meaning only words,
the gentle enfolding blacks behind
and the lighted moths bat my lashes
as I reach incandescent optimism.
"Well, we'll see," says he.