Wake up groan roll over
last night a dissociative nightmare
strange waking dreams

Of flanging cars whipping by windows
brittle and metallic waves crashing in
32 bit distortion and dark pixillated vision

Coughing, laughing, welcoming insanity
stagger out of bedroom smoke a bowl
bacon and eggs, mozzarella and 9 grains

stare at voluptuous dark haired student
with billowing scarf

She'd get it buddy

Listen to aging hipster talk
About government

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After the last cottage receded I pulled out from the green grasses
Nothing was bothering my coffee Only getting colder like my heart’s paces
The one sight pricking the back of my eyes
Was of the person waving byes
Who wasn’t a friend of mine but someone else’s

They destined me the business You bolstered me then
Said just regularly get mounted On the commissioned rails
We’ll always be your men
If only you were now to witness Me when I have ran insane
As the flanging and clanking Enough of it I've had
Is only commuting me  Into a division alien

And still looking out   Through a misty and blue shaded pane
About to lose the bout    I don’t like being alone in the journey, Ben.

Should we buy this book Ben?   Jack you should read diaries and biographies
Momentarily I was with my colleagues  Back in those cubic topographies
But Jack and Ben were just their namesakes Passengers as I crossed these depressive geographies
Only till pulling me where don’t know a four year old voiced Uncle will you please give me those toffees?

I candidly kept smiling as went back the kid
Of course kids don’t understand what I hid
They don’t see whether it’s December or May
They just see the tree in a different way

Anyway had to be at the corporation Couldn’t get offstage
Reaching the concerned documentation I saw the cover page
All true but my valid recognition It read I had chores of a big sage
It was beyond my cerebration Oh! Or my compatriots gave the proposition
And let me have the advantage!

You are letting me perform at a higher rank You set me sail to a farther bank
It seems I am not alone on this voyage You are with me as a special entourage
I was only being disjunctive
For I was looking with a different perspective
Knowing friends are with you in any of your tourney
I am certainly not alone in this journey

Flanging on the fingertips of a fire,
While tipping out music,
To the holy goddess of desire.

She's the hottest girl,
that ever was.

She holds a guitar,
and that's not fair
because, how can we be cooler?

You took it all from me.
My life is a haze of social acceptance that I will never see.

Treaded passed concrete design by the skin of his teeth,
now he digs deep for a trace of belief,
frustration is futile as each axis folds back on him,
a web of passivity leaves him flanging fleetingly.

At the final analysis,
the beams have buckled,
the stiffeners crippled,
with covid clouding his truss in the structure of his mind,
the bolts are loose,
the welds are weak,
the shear tension pulls him apart,
as these concepts compress his cranium,
with every load combination assessed,
each turning moment reacting to
his resistance to failure.
Steel he'll persist,
the worst chances are not the ones missed but the ones not taken,
will he remain standing with his foundations shaken?