I must be schizophrenic but I caint say four shore.

There's this other Other that writes poems as if I'm not sitting here. He makes me write things that I.don't understand
he sits on my shoulder. Pushes my hand like a Houdini illusion
Pops up unannounced and bounces.
Works at his leisure.
Comes and goes as he pleases.
I think Im schizophrenic.

I'm on the rag this evening
No shame in my game
On the rag ladies...my Hismones are raging
Touchy as a wet hen
P-Owed.
Wanna scratch a mfkrs eyes out for breathing.
Ahhh... sorry it's my  monthly.
Yes we get balsy as haale.
Gotta squash it cause
Ragtime aint real. No free passes...can't say what we feel. Bully boy.
Cant.keep.it real.
Need a gallon of chocolate Iscream an a Chick flik... Naahhmean ?
O.k think I'll just lock my door and cry.
These feckin blue ball cramps are a turble thang.
But when it's all said and done.
I gotta let my nuts hang.

O.k. I give up magellan
        What did you do last
Nite
Should I give a **** ? O
Alright
Ten
Minutes
Of
******* that ads
Upto yawn.
zzzzzzzz
Yeah I
Mess
Around
Too but cant
Get that glow.
***

We gonna hammer the nail that dont set flush an even playing field of lowered expectations.

Wanna givakida trophy for not trying hard cause his feelings are at stake...gimme a feckin break ?

Gotta bullyshame
Lifelong crying game.
Dr Spock is laughing off his ***.
***** shame.

GPA. By Gumby and Poky
Elastic. Whole perception hoaky.....smoky
around the borders...
Ahh sixa one equals half dozen of the other
Anything.trumps nothing all right ?

Weak minds lead strong decisions you see it on the subscreen crawl a world of deluded with no reality at all.
You see the lie becomes material and firm when masses squirm and hand wring over hard moral choices. See it all unfold and dont believe. I dont need aces up my sleeve. The hard drive just took a leave.
See how it is today.

See and believe
Senses dont speak in tenses. Believe what you knoe. Hear what the truth is not isms and scisms.
Think in factual calculus.
A pig in a poke ?
Sold to the highest bidder.
We the people are reaping the whirlwind
Again and again and again

A single blade of grass pushes out of craggy block of stone next to my sandaled right foot one seed of defiance from a dusty crag....suckled on midnight mist. Blood in the ragged stone from dying warriors holding. Holding ground from the battlements girds the will of the solitary sprig...by my sandaled foot sprung from the ragged stone.
Suckled on the erie somber midnight fog bolstered by dying blood the warriors blood runs down the ragged walls of the battlements high.
High on the walls, I scan north to south from aloft from the fateful walls of the Keep.
Dying.
Is
The
Order of the day....the single sprig will witness all from the craggy wall  and men will fall by the score from grace. From breath and senses. From the cursed battlements to perdition.

Souls submissions to bloodlust and material gain.
Will soak the stolid stone and wash to earth to mingle spirit and blood with mother earth. And the grass will grow  unfettered from ground. As the killing season
Moves on.