I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm buzzing like a bee
wings frantic
and no one gives a f~ck.

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm singing like a canary
caged criminally
a melodious chirp misspent on deaf ears.
Seriously,
no one gives a dammn f~ck.

I don’t know what’s really going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm writing philosophy
However unaware of my own life's philosophy.

Broken wings
no longer able to fly high.

Dazed, befuddled by the actors around me—

Sometimes
I wonder...
Am I a bee, a canary
dreaming of being human?
Or a human
dreaming of being a bee & a canary,

flapping, buzzing
singing in a language
no human will ever understand?

There's a Play
~
There's a play,
& you are the actor.
Sadly,
you don't know the script
or the story to follow.

You still perform
aware or unaware.
It’s an enigma.

Scene by scene,
sequence by sequence,
Drama
Suspense
Romance
Mystery
Tragedy
Thril­l
horror
Adventure
Action..... More's

a floor of diverse genres.

Each performed scene
Hints & Script to the next,
a prelude to another act.

~
Look ahead
what’s coming next?
Are you ready to act?
& remain unpaid?

And then, the intermission...

leading to unfathomable End.~

The End ~~

My Act//Scene of writing this is successfully ended !

The End finally ~~

Irrational visions hovering,
dimensions of reflection
off & on, on & off.
The asylum, full of sound minds.    
Dr. Jones, a patient & neurotic.
Milkie offers psychedelics, alcohol,
rotgut, black water & all.
Guitar store stocked with toiletries.

Mad lovers, born yesterday,
to love & walk thru hell.
Period blood grotesque beauty,
as good & sweet as nectar.

The road ebbs & flows,
ending & starting like an elevator.
Angels seem like demons,
& demons seem like angels.
Urination & nightmare
the shore between dreams & reality,
assumed as the shore
between oceans & beaches.
Every dream, every dimension—
they all rot the same.
No escape. No exit.
Delay & Reverb of your
own Organism & suffering
begging for something real.

The Unknown Tower
Quiet & deserted.
A way to the top
The elevator hums, rising.

I step out.
I open the door, enigmatic.
I close the door,
Turn the kn⁰b…

Instantaneously
The cold metal snaps in my hand!
I am locked out.

A voice
Deep Inside !
"Have a glance."

Down,
Down, down,
Down,
Down, down…

I peer over the edge—
Acrophobia strikes!

A war ignites between me
& my unknown ‘Someone.’

I hear the voice again
It is not mine.
Or is it?

I scramble, trying to fix the kn⁰b,
But that 'Someone'—
Powerful, cunning—
A puppet master, a gaslighter,
A shadow pulling the strings.

I can’t think anymore!
Thoughts crumble like shredded paper!
Or did ‘Someone’ crush them for me?

"Do a high dive to nowhere!
Do a high dive to nowhere!
Do a high dive to nowhere!"

The voice pounds like a drum.

Drive,
Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Drive, drive,
Drive…

"My bébé, drive."

Once again,
The table is yours.
The table is yours.

Step forward.
Hesitation wanders, the fear of loss.
Look down.
No acrophobia!

The tower does not end.
The fall never stops.

I turn
& there is no door.

Goodbye.
Will you die to find yourself?

~
Oh listen, my desperate heart
At the young night Do not watch
Do not wish & do not start.
I'm powerless, injured & crucified—
Jittered, oft died & cried in yellow light.
Let not a thing be your wish
Don't wish for a thing
Don't.

~.                                          
Seriously
When it's said
  some words can haunt & pierce
deeper, sharper & more brutal than a blade
~the pallid blood flows 24/7 from your vein
    driving your mind to madness to pain.
~~
That cut, Gothic & red
   an open, hemorrhagic gate
never heals, never fades.
  And the pain
it will remain
  it will remain
~
Always
&
Forever
&
Permanently
.
~~

~
It's strange to miss a stranger.
~~