I only write well when I'm a mess

Knowing this I spit on a fine line

My neighbor thinks I write very bad poetry all the time

I don't argue because it very well may be true

Meanwhile

Burned by my upstairs nuisance

He promised a case of red bull

But only delivered a stereo with no knobs

I would be angry but he is saner than I most days

So I sell the stereo to a deaf bird for nutrition

But my ramen packets break dry and maggot filled

So I eat cancer and drink the sun instead

my pens are all gone

They ran away when I started pacing

most things do

Preparation is key on nights like these

Fall weather comes and I breathed easy

But now my climbing tree's are dying
and my shoes fail in spades

I met a creature who said my words were strange

I laugh because what is normal?
I never did fully know

So that time tested debate unfolds with mouths clenched from use

I offered peace in the way of grape juice but gave myself vitamin c poisoning

So I ***** into the rabbit hole
no home left for that metaphor

I never really saw what all the fuss was about

good night

There is something pure about unhinged weirdness

Not the cult
or the killer
Or the worm hole

but

The everyday freaks
the working class freaks
The insomniac freaks
the acid freaks
The space freaks
and the artist freaks

A lack of proper structure is a fine line

It would seem society drew some of that line

but we filled in the blanks

I say

Embrace the strange

Do your best to make it highly functioning

If need be wear that practiced poker face

The one you use to navigate the little spaces

Know we are not alone

Just another human condition

I took this ride down to the vacant mind

Hoping I could sit and watch the time

Life left me hysterical you see
Life left me irrational

So I denied my nature
I embraced the strongest emotion
A thing called hate
I've found it exhausting

After all
Hatred stems from fear
I've seen fear in all organisms
Built into a disposition
Like DNA

I filled this room with books and madness

Peaches and potatoes fuel my hysteria

My walls scream of crime and lost word play

Paint peels for moments like these

all the artist ran for Canada

The news suggest chaotic times ahead

The sanity service did a clean sweep

So this space may fill with normalcy once again

But conventional contraptions make me panic

So I spit madness into the sink
it pools at the bottom
Metallic and delicious

My ant farm fell into a state of disrepair

Little lives snuffed out by my latest episode

My plants still shine green
only because I fear for oxygen

I glued my fridge closed after one too many whisky drinks

But I have a back up so I'm not sure of my current state

I hide the vices knowing there is more
always more

I trip across rooftops

Chain smoking to displace the sting

Avoiding the moon I once took for granted

I've seen tides shift
I've seen moon fueled strange
I love a freak nation

My neighbors all think I'm crazy

I don't mind because I hate welcome casserole

I am an ambassador for insanity and I take that responsibility seriously

Still

I may be the sanest creature on the block

But only I know that....

Doctors say he had a black spot on his brain

Black hole?
pirate past?
DMT excess?

Acute exhaustion came calling
we only have one vessel
It shattered some time ago

I feel rapid fire rattle my skull space

The rusty executioner says well here we go again

Half naked in a puddle
giggle into a rain cloud
Collapse
roll with muddied grace
Scream for everyone and everything

Busy minded and disembodied
float the circle
Watch them live
lungs rise and collapse
Over and over
organic machinery
So simple and so necessary

Reflex for lightning
I've seen the aftermath
split limbs onto broken backs
I'm no super hero
lift until gravity obeys

East side complex
paint so new
it smells of progress

Slacks and ties waddle by

Eyes glazed by coffee ground and paid vacation

I mumble into their bubbles

"Who am I to judge another's happiness?"

"I suppose I have been too human in my observation"

"Leave now before it spills onto your nice paint"

I run away laughing
I love an inside joke

Beautiful brick and iron work
but the sign says no thank you

Squeals of joy from a bird cage
but a parrots neck stays broken

A sponge for the sinister
wipe away their foreboding

Cleanliness inside madness makes for a reasonable crutch

Do I make ground for nutrition or for construction?

The permit office succumbs to hysterics

So I lack a proper paper trail

But I have a bag of soul and a ***** of soil

I have every intention of populating without the red tape

These mouths need nutrition

They burn wide from consumption

All I need is a root
All I need is sound
All I need is a little more time

I Bring nutrition
but your spoons are always black
So you still starve
who am I to judge?
I have my vices as well
just none that sinister

I found you two days later
arrangements unsteady
So I line them up to ease confusion
still you claim no perception feels whole

I found you one week later
nobody knew your name
But the eyes said freak
Indifferent walls built out of habit

I claimed this body was mine
We came from the same sandbox you see

I lift you up
but your eyes lack recognition
Strangers say leave it be
he doesn't belong to you
Smartphones capture pain
surely one million hits by tuesday

I look on in horror

No words to comprehend such brutality

Grabbing your soul I take you away from all this

Knowing now your need for escape

But I am unable to understand the need for obtaining it so destructively