Mr..Man, im watching you
rake your leaves like a facade
hiding behind your piles
smelling of onions
sit in smoke
watch it unfurl from my ears
we see math
eye holes
where are my eyes?
i fed them gave them to the shake
blind but feels everything
more smoke
inhale mud
cold
painless
blind
death
denied by the wretched
i am wretched
poison makes happy faces
behind my lids
pots and pans set up like a drum kit
wooden spoons
death
hungry mailboxes waiting
for the man
open toothy smiles
the two wheeled monster
inhabited by green monkeys
forever pedaling making the rounds
smoke almost at the end waiting
for the death smush
embers cooling like my coffee
wooded thrones
noisy mechanical birdss
death wish falling out of the air
found it hiding by myself
in the quiet hole
prolonged by love
soon it shall die