im chiseled like prismarine
even my contemporaries gleanin
got me leanin
on my doses
part ya brain waves like moses
separate me from fantasy
you get me bad
down so bad from actors
tv mackin on my lean
its so painful
the madness consume ya
wipe the sweat from ya cheek
ya in my ball pit boy
i got ya by ya underwear
so if ya dare
scream if ya dare
i bare my fanging fetish
make ya scream even louder
and louder little lungs fillin with water
even chumps be leanin over
fetish freakin overloader
keep me creepin
company secrets come a leakin
six score sound beacon
head turnt up for what we seekin.

I had an episode
an overload,

the golden claw of a yellow sun
turned its gun on me,
my inclination was to run.

it's a binary digit
that scratches my eyes
to find
an irritating integer.

Can you count on a man that preaches from a mountain?
are you certain?

Collating my thoughts to get strands
I can weave into baskets or cases in case I go,
another episode
a long haul road overloaded and at times overboard,
shored up by whiskey of the Jameson variety

an anxiety shared with a soda
a double overloader,
interesting.