*******.

"Dizzy, Dizzy, Spins
This Hypnosis That I'm In"

Tears in my eyes.

"Why, Why, not again,
A spiral downward trend"

Floor meets face
Panting, in need of rescue.
Feel, I. can't. breath.
Shouldn't of mixed those ailments!

Projections of the mouth

"Please, No, Please, Please
STOP,
This Hypnosis That I'm In"

Every time you got cold
I held your hand from the start
But little did I know the ice
Resided in your heart
Can you come clean
Can you come clean
Insert your memories in me
Is it that hard to believe
In a somewhat crooked destiny
Your patience  is waning on me
As you wield your sword of words
I’m not asking for your sympathy
But you’re the one that asked to comfort me
So why bother being nice
Why bother being good
But all the same, the ***** is a role
We’re in the same game, except mine takes a toll
So don’t come around if you want me to be polite
Don’t you come around if you want me to lie
And say that everything is alright
Cause nothing is alright
And every time you got cold
I held your hand from the start
But little did I know
The ice resided in your heart

Moon beam did you see
me in your dreams
for darling I don't understand
these
things

There are so many names
But all lack the mass
To stand above
Oceans and
crash
rebuild
crash.

Complacency
Black patent smiles
paired with
               business        ties
   Empty rooms
and cat fur coats
a sinful angel.

Why so somber saturn suns?
    Sleep so numb

Complacency
or the inert force of facing your fears
You lost all your big brass hair
searching for the apparition of a heart        thats
                                                                     never there.

Stop sittin', staring silently,
Sipping  some sad, salty sea.
Thinking that the time travails,
And all and any always ails.

Directly desist doomsday dreams!
Nightmares necromance no names.
Freedom fancies foes for flames.
Gladness garners greater gains.

The grass is covered,

with
many mini mushrooms,

tiny umbrellas.

Vonnegut -
      the ******* -
implanted within my
          mind
        a concept -
           the concept -
       of time being illusory
          in such blunt words
                     that i could
          not make sense
       of them until now.

                                    Vonnegut -
                                             the ******* -
                                       stories of
                                       writing stories of
                                            Dresden -
                           is Billy alive these days?

                                                          ­         Vonnegut -
                                                               ­             you ******* -
                                                             your words are
                                                             ­     psychomimetic.
                                             ­     how do you sleep at night
                                                           ­        knowing your words
                                                          g­et people high?