Impressive you be
Unilaterally
I thought you were great
And you are proving yourself greater
Than I thought you’d be

I’d like to call myself a master at this game
But I’ve failed every time before
Must have some success in store
And if there ain’t
I don’t wanna play no more

am I a poet
or am I just deranged
words tumbling out in senseless sequences
always chasing after something
anything really that has no purpose or meaning whatsoever
this blankness is what I am after
anything else is just too predictable at this point

I have endured

Does that make me better?

No

I'm the best

Because I think the best thoughts ever

I'm perfect

Because I am

God

In the flesh

Why?

Why not you?

If you haven't figured it out by now

I'd almost feel sorry

Sorry for you

But I don't

Because

I'm happy

Happy for myself

3 times, eternity.

At first I woke in a sea of red,
In that infantile state where consciousness ceases.
With nothing but a desire to feed,
Or perhaps not even desires at all, in that endless peace.

At next I spoke in pitch darkness of game of chance,
A coin flipped by another.
"You needn't show me," I needn't fall in a trance,
Out-coming a grief ever greater.

At last I do not remember, that state of divine bliss.
And who can remember the sacred emotion that cease?
So I seat myself in thorns of despair, quietly in diss.
Which is precisely what granted that memory to decease.

3 times, eternally.

Like rays of judgment.
Like seeds of love.
Like beads of wrath.
Like those of madden gods.
Like pills of incontinence.
Like marbles of glass.
Like the will to grief.
Like those of an innocent child.

I love terrible weather
But it always passes me by
I should go and work for
NASA.