I spill my thought a into words
Words spell out more than a simple fiber
Although I sometimes wish I could digest more easily
Among shades of brokenness
(a place I am not in)
They put me in a place with scribbles on the walls.
Scribbles not incomprehensible but rather startling, at least at first
Reading words off of a board can only amuse for so long
Adjacent to people with issues similar to mine
Why am I here? I was asking only that and not when it began.

The Candyman ate only his sweets,
Chocolate, caramel, and liquor
That last one was really a treat
But his wife would just bicker!

And so he went to Double-A
To stop his *** addiction
"I guess you're in deep trouble, ay?"
Said one, who caused friction.

So the Candyman and his pal
Went on to recover
When his wife went through his drawer
Just beer she discovered!

There once was a little pug
Who's fur was soft and amber.
We got the little thing
On the fifth of November.

Her grumbling so sweet
Muzzle so scrunched
We stared at her face
Even as she ate our lunch!

This is a poem about poems about poems.
We get it.

Controlling the capsule from such a far distance
No one seems to be able to comprehend it.
Thousands of miles away can we see nothing but it falling like a leaf.
Space is mostly void, and that's where it came from
A metal hand reaching for us
Longing for us.
We came in
And what we saw was more than what we were.
It was more than the hand or the metal it was plated in --
Holding our peace was about as easy as it was to deliver us from evil
We screamed at the sight that lied there.
It kept bringing us in.
They trespassed against us.

Because it seems that brevity is wit
No more words

Down on Tulsa Oklahoma,
A problem starts to rise.
The birdwatchers try to solve it
Thinking they'd stop demise.

She sits there in her throne in capsule
Gazing down on the blue.
She starts to notice quite a ruckus
And it affects her too.

"Oh god, please! Major, are you there?"
She doesn't hear a sound.
"Please at least give us some message,"
The watchers gather 'round.

Now over onto Jupiter,
The girls runs out of air.
A once-joyed planet below her
Has not one person stare.

She checks the speedometer
Traveling at great speeds.
Surprised before air ran out,
The red planet still bleeds.