my rhythm,my mind

 so this is how it feels

breaking down walls

opening chests for

heart deflated jests

some insect now crawls

the trail once led

busting down fences

to that rackity shed

to absinthe cookoo calls

and moons made of lead

the whole world enthralls

and bows to an emperors

leg

rupturing stomach piercing through

vowels reading the dited,uncanny scrawls

painting the rainbow in simple schoolhalls

to the unbiased lingo of pink bedroom

rules and catty promdresses hung out

at malls

perfect perfumed and dramatic obssesions

many invented of such a frustration

that i cant look back through the pine

forest straws,that are currently uprooted

in objection to lords and nebulous ladies

the desade that has balls to puffed ballon

gravy.

the peppermint graves and choclate sabbath cradles

that eradicate size and exorcise eyeballs

and take the small dog off the leash

out the small bog,and off unto belief

when your leaving i cry

a small crystalline harem of bubblebath

tears as from terra nullius segmented genisis beyond

years and lands that ive spyed

but ive had a laugh as i read the handguide

to the soul

pay the toll

and pleasantly deny

the reality that bids you controll

and fractures your mind as to

cast it in stone

to puncture your marrow and make it so

a small future can further divide

my soul from my rhythm

my rhythm, my mind

a small lot of mice have chewed through the wheelbarrow

and taken my paper and dissolved it in there stomach cyanide

manner,so pleazse understand that my paper now lies

at the tip of my finger between heavens eyes

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that i guess summed up can linger

around a small town on a late sunday night