I use periods as often as a pregnant woman
This is only true in prose
I guess, I want you to fit in these words
where you fit best

I write for me, but on a grander scale, for you
Yes, you, the one staring at these words
letting them soak into the creases of your cranial-matter
I've gotten past the membrane now

Now you're thinking
What the hell is he sinking
into this mind of mine
The answer is gibberish
always has been
almost always will be

I travel down hallways to capitalize properly
I burn the gardens of sincerity by striking the match of clarity
I even pricked my finger on a safety pin, once

I call this prose,
but who really knows
and who can clarify?
These are words
jumbled together
to form a mind-worm
I hope you're infected