I've done strange things for the sake of rings spun around solar systems

Myself I seek for a silent leap into a fantastic fracture

No world need convince me that these cracks completed spill serendipity

I separate them neatly when they start breathing scenes best left for a blind patronage

Perhaps your malfunction is a product of something more sinister

A human condition decides on renditions torn from a black white horror show

Freezer burn for our nutrition when the world insists on absurdists amplified

Our sincerity is matched only by electricity extinguished for better imagining

Ghosts consider our progression like hindsight heros

Decadent glee when a plastic choked sea swoons from hurricane hijinks

Paranoid pirates tuck treasure into garbage heap grottos the size of Texas

No map for a wealths navigation

Buried beneath distraction contraptions and know how hardware

No connection like the steadfast junctions that perpetuate envy

Skies cease their indifferent observation and decide on surrender

A wooden giant crumbles while the modern slowly assembles

The vanity runs like storm stained dancers

pooling politely for easy consumption

Scoop the slips and magnify some misconceptions

Sometimes normalcy negates these more formidable formalities

Abstract antics make this mess seem sensible

I often wonder if this madness is self inflicted

I often scold myself for being so self absorbed

Still

I smile for disorder

even those distracted by a contrived mediocrity

shake loose the ridiculous

Who else besides the mad could traverse such an irrational world?

Practice makes it humble
Precision makes it extraordinary

My circle never stays stationary and confusion remains reclusive

Solidified by a life spent in limbo

Silenced by a jaw made mute with awe

They said my theory proved reckless and I except such a judgment

Why must I make these stable scenes shrink into obscurity?

Chance encounters of the chemically inclined

A sandbox youth I once knew

Stumbled into my space while shopping for citrus

He ask me when I lost my mind

I ask him what is time?

His reaction invited nothing

expressionless like saintly statuary

A self proclaimed speaker of jury junctions

Casually clustered for ones dismissal

A city full of strangers
designed for display

Buttons like diamonds
boots like an empty echo

Tube trance propulsion

shoulders crowded and snug

Ignore the madman arguing with nobody

Imagine what is said between his pauses

Fill the spaces left for disconnection

A smile for your stupor

I know it's an easy remedy for approval

I know some are more susceptible for the stumble

lacking the proper bulwark for such old world hysterics

Leave this one be

let him try his luck with despondency

Surely a fine tuned cynicism was his undoing?

Madness proves timeless

A fun house complex for the blitzkrieg

ticking my clockwork with an organic benevolence

It echoes nonsense

a pinball malfunction

Deafening in spaces fully saturated with silence

Don't bother with the pleasantries

My disappointment is not rooted in your confusion

More so inside this pine box called home

inside these ghosts so composed

Hardwood floors and wanting walls

Made bare by minds unable to sow a silver lining

The fruit strip wallpaper lacks a ***** Wonka ingenuity

I gag and smile for the Wilder man now sky strapped

Don't look for a cohesive culture

I retired them with the rest of my favorite functions

they always proved elusive and I always moved nothing

In need of a constant state of awe

No virtual vulture can swoon and pick the best wonder

Common ground under dead satellite sky

A trusted system as we ascend

Cosmic cluttered hibernation for your despondency

A distant sigh suggest no clear conclusion

An earthly scene repeats

slow blue with the newest gizmo

Conflict always comes

What's your remedy?

Where's your memory?

claim another sunset like we still move between black and white wonders

grab another sequence because the last one needs conviction

I needed this room for composure

I needed a stranger way for clarity

Somehow I ended up here with you and these contorted spaces

This lack of grace you convey is the reason I left earth in the first place

The old heads sell distraction

Different prints and different licks

Concrete beds display the newest fashion

Pick them hearty while declaring  dysfunction

Beam another bystander towards  electro shock

Tastefully tenacious in it's rearranging

Bars for consumption

The eyes suggest cancellation

Now you declare this space fit for sanity

Now I crumble for chaos

Displaced for a momentary diplomacy

but lines blur inside a mind prone to wandering

Remnants gather for a pre shatter shindig

A bright glow illuminates conviction

How coy these means for destruction

a shell claiming stability

a vessel containing absurdity

Crack seat sofa with the medical magazines

Wait on a number for my neutral reckoning  

Diagnostics come free

A proper requiem is not included