im the son of a gun, speak my name and i'll shoot
a bullet **** smoke, left the cover in soot
the ensuite ensured entropy disabled
disaster dictates what destruction enabled
they ramble and sweat, their decisions are rash
through brambles, and yet, all others were trash

I write logs and graph our calls
I guess I couldn't hear the fly
slowly writing on the walls
your cursive eludes me, why?
What goes around didn't come back this time
but when entropy reverses our cold breath
and you **** me back in, I'd like to meet death
I'm sweating now; but, I won't die a heat death

in crati gula /te
from graticulate
on the fence
between your horizontal
below and above your vertical
I am divided
I am de-vi-de
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psychobaths vs stinkophrenics

Behold!

a fool dressed as you remember he

but did you know him? or did you know of him?

he'll let go of the coattails that once led

and be left behind.

my ------- grows and blossoms once more
though at this point I am no longer sure
just what was that moment that finally said
we'd be better off never, we'd be better off ----

I continue to water and tend to its root
with dirt covered hands my heart follows suit
the soot grime like lacquer left stains on my soul
training my scene as my choices take toll

life is a light bouncing
to and fro
re and de-flected
not often respected
do you like what you see?

to whom do you preach when it's all only you?
can you convince one young man he were two?
convincing conniving confounded connections
reordering words and thoughts in directions
you might not have thought until push went to shove
if the shoe fits it will fit like a glove

but from my verbose vernacular illusions
we come across and throw out our new found conclusions
for order was out there and the going was tough
born into smoke and we're gone in a puff