Excuse me

I am a sickly structure with an abstract affliction

I only see in madness

I only came here because I need an excuse for existing

A low day for this brain box

But what constitutes normalcy?

Fine lines for strutting and a head full of holes

I never know what it needs

I found domiciles consumed by powder rockets and fuzzy fiends  

full of cosmic jokes and silver wrapped trinkets

full of window taps and shattered reflections

Plastic plateaus circled by virtual vultures

Capturing memory and chemical persuasions

Pocket tucked and indifferent for the sake of an easy dispersement

Disassembled depravity reassembled for hilarity

A fine insect coating for the main stream

Cancelled glances accompany hysterical stances

what an exhausting display of vanity

Smile for the ghosts who need the most

Smile for the muted mechanics and static responses

I left my plots behind

they are now victims of consumption

scavengers of extravagance

ravaging the proper somewhere over my shoulder

A distant echo now

I want to tear it all down

Skies like lunacy

Earth like excess

between these scenes

Lies a distracted remedy for a nonsensical trajectory

No oxygen left that hasn't been spoken for

Breathe in another song and exhale the sorrow

It is not mine

nor is it yours

We are intruders in an otherwise flawless formality

Distant sighs under spotlight saturation

I've seen stranger souls shrug in defeat

Another jaw made slack by an unhinged notion

Puzzled by such purity in obscurity

how can one do it justice?