No mixed Metaphors involved
But our Twisted actions dissolve
Into undesirable Daydreams
We, inept Bedroom playthings
Our conspicuous Smokings
And Ridiculous sayings
Now as dryer sheets We cling
To Consciousness
Hand-holds to Simple infectiousness
Our molecular Communication of listlessness
In life, alight, Foot-falls in an empty forest
Our comprehendible Topics list lost
Sea-saws and Gravity laws
A dependable Action with no tire traction
And a Lack of retention
For the liquor You spill from your mouth
EXTENSION
Hello? Hello. Someone has to Do
The things We say we do
The legitimacy of My call
Never came Through.
Or maybe you Never picked up in the first place
I know you never Try
Like your Conspiracies
To Trace
The red Line
Up to the Top of the charts
Elevated Above average
Sweet, and Then ****
Rolling thunder Inspires art
And breaks my Bones
And my Bread
In Zeus' Bed.