Surprise
surprise
even the veins write lines
inside my eyes.
When I sleep
which I do,
I shoot up the ink
that makes me blink
more lines.
I need no pat on the shoulder
no cat for me because I'm older
Methuselah lives next door
and he has the ***** of Babylon
that keeps
him young and big
and strong.
Not for me,
I love the pain
I like being the bain
of my own life
and words more words
there's always more
come knocking on the bedroom door
prying into eyes and spying out the
land
some other hand writes the lines that line
the artery
but I can see it,
just as I got over Casanova
Judy punches me,
I felt it
the belt, it
hit me like
she meant it.
it's la di da as far as it can be or
all tickety boo to you.
The meds are wearing off right now
the portcullis lowers down
the castle guards are keeping watch
in this great Northern..
..did I say
they all wear gowns of heavy pink brocade?
they'll feed me lemonade laced with cyanide
must keep my eyes opened wide to
write lines with veins where all are class five choo choo trains
it's only being insane that keeps sane