i lost my ******* keys like an *******
then i found them on my bookshelf
haphazardly laid about in swoon style
key spooning digital receptor
transmitter
on the drunken prowl debts are paid
verbal inoculations
of heart
a boll weevil of the mind
such thoughts will follow
blindly
without content
clouds in the nitrogen reflective sky
bite marks and bruises on my skin
both condensed by mystical thought
as only a proven theorist could show
the insanity of logic
is our proof of existence
therefore hallucinating long red hairs
the keyboard that is made apparent by the inner hellfire
the so called tortured soul
and the inadequacy of all human comprehension
we can bring an end to the idea of symbolism
and resort to the purest form of command
relinquish all hope in control
jump from roof to roof
off a moving train
escape from that which draws you to your birthplace
end the dying shells
get off the island
stay with your sickness
atleast it's trying to leave you