my oh my
Why do die?
I dip. I dive.I'm feeble minded.
I ride along trees
Sheryl Crow. Abuse
a list of rhetorical questions
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I *** in the shower

tickling tape worms living in ape arms
squiggly shapes getting fat like grapes and
traveling in veins like a gutter swallows rain
like an utter in pain painting pitchers so milky white
tight like an overstuffed mite
bee or  egg infested
ceiling unappealing
but
crack is revealing my
inner thoughts
statutory holocaust
saturated oil spots
aggravated foil plots
plotting for a battle

Lips, I am seeing them
In my head. I'm swimming in this
inner resting colors .blues and greens
a pillow squeezed between my hands and face it
places will be able to be possible
I'm not so full. I'm operating
out of key, but balancing
between the rests
beneath my chest
a bleeding beating thumper thing
four in at best
a stable test
tickle my neck with teeth a tongue
I'm young except I'm almost not
but  fun to some that know me best
believe, the rest
they think I'm crazy
crazy thoughts
and misbehaving ways
the way I want to be
the haunting things are passing
tasks are done and tasks will come on
let it be
relieve the stress
unleash the rest and let life be
aware of fear, but distant
fixate on what  makes us different
dictate self control
your mind is beauty
full of light

I think things like "weigh my belt"
That weight dowth felt thy girly wirly smell
hand made
sew maid for two plums pie
I cry I cry I almost pass away
way to the future down
down to below. Oh
how can I
be so
naïve before the summer glow
a basement bash of feet below
below a hazard haggard waist

wasted on the belt loop of his father
a potter
plain before your very eyes
a seismic ray of disbelief
a cobble stone of sticks and leaves.

No
I could be a sailor man
and I could eat things from a can
and inching toward a rubber band
Damsels in distress
they're not impressed by you
or shallow deeds
deeds begin to play
beneath my skin and things that float away
and inching toward the silos of
a tribal super plane
a racecar a racecar
I'm ******* erasing it  all

been here before
Before and I stored things before things went back
black as night I fight to prove something profound
astounded I found that there's not much to it all
all it is, is words and thoughts
caught up In the details of whys and whens
when really if I defend none of it
I end up tending to the voice that will speak the truth
truth is I knew it
truth is I threw it away for comfort and pleasure
pleasure fills me to the rim
it overflows till I have to swim
but the weight of my conscience brings me down
I fight my own sight and inevitably drown
I found comfort in death
my egos gone and all that's left is me
I'm real   I'm blessed
I cup the rest in my foreign hands
I cannot stand the hate
it makes me question my own fate
While *** and drugs come back to play
I desperately shake back to what was I doing?
I must have been lost from whatever the **** was brewing
soon I'm shooing away the evils  of this life
absorbing happy things like lovey dovey  things
no shame in it all. It sings so loud
there is beauty in every spec
and I'm proud that I can see it all

Why do I dine in a twisted up mind
Kind of like a spine
it twists it bends it turns all night
Tired I perspire
weary joints after a days work
I'm working out these muscles
The sands of time are falling down around me
I don't mind
I fright that I might in a few months time

quarter tunes and squirt bottle bafoons
fooling loons out of cash money bank statements
complacent in textile original files
factual ***** in their feather capped heads
circumcising oatmeal kids. Picture this,
bits of fish in outer, not inner, space.
Dr. men manipulating through card tricks
leading to their pent house, fenced out from fresh air.
Nocturnal ****** pressured into dieting
shedding their skin and coughing up black sticky debris
recently I've found more comfort in scolding hot teas
then in eargasm speed dating or mango flavored cough drops
office cops crop pictures of rundown Puerto Rican shops
sloppy kissing gets me wishing for brass buttoned bell
bottoms
televised ****** questions. Sectioned off sidewalks
body shaped chalk talks for motherless kids to gawk at
steeples crease the clouds spreading rapid growth of ingrown
hairs
I pair myself against bears that tear me limb from limb
I'm figuring on pinning up accomplishments
on the egg white walls of my first apartment.
tarped floors and fluorescent glowing ceiling tiles
riled  up mice relentlessly fussing with nests throughout
the night
typing taxidermists chat next door
I'm more ashamed of my basement floor