Her tears fade
the ash
On my skin
As my knuckles
Grazed her cheek,
lips,
jaw.
flashbacks
to memories
never intended
to exist.
Flashback to a clock
On the dresser
In a room---
Sighted from the ground up:
IS
HE
IS
SHE
DONE
YET?
My tears
Dilute
The scent
left by lotion
painted on the back of her hand.
she believes
I shed tears
over the intrusion
I became victim of----
memories stowed in my chest.
Reality knows
I shed tears
In remembrance of hers,
although
I know
I was never there.
Was not aware.
But now
I am
And we cry,
r e m e m b e r i n g.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Heaven and Hell: Royal Safety
Lights outside my window.
Immature instincts allow me to think about carnival lights and glow sticks.
Red and blue blend.
Blue.
Red.
And then
Merely a purple blur.
The cops again.
Immature instincts allow me to think about carnival lights and glow sticks.
Red and blue blend.
Blue.
Red.
And then
Merely a purple blur.
The cops again.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Proof
I
Being simple minded and all
Want to give you the world
But instead I have to take in to consideration
Your fears you like to call
Reverse anticipation
Left in a state of confusion
Waiting on the ratification of our union
Wondering what will happen
When I run out of things
To prove.
Being simple minded and all
Want to give you the world
But instead I have to take in to consideration
Your fears you like to call
Reverse anticipation
Left in a state of confusion
Waiting on the ratification of our union
Wondering what will happen
When I run out of things
To prove.
Drop By
I didn't leave the country
Didn't go out of town
Never set foot out of my city
Let alone venture out of state
I'm not even in the beautiful city on the front of this postcard,
And no it wasn't a mistake.
I just wanted to make sure you still had my address
Or at least knew it when you saw it.
I figured you just...
Forgot
Maybe that's the reason you're never just
"In the neighborhood"...
So here's a reason for you to just
Drop by
Since you don't do it anymore
Just in case
You don't have an excuse anymore
Just let me know you got this, please...
Alright?
Didn't go out of town
Never set foot out of my city
Let alone venture out of state
I'm not even in the beautiful city on the front of this postcard,
And no it wasn't a mistake.
I just wanted to make sure you still had my address
Or at least knew it when you saw it.
I figured you just...
Forgot
Maybe that's the reason you're never just
"In the neighborhood"...
So here's a reason for you to just
Drop by
Since you don't do it anymore
Just in case
You don't have an excuse anymore
Just let me know you got this, please...
Alright?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Situational Shit
Lately all I’ve been doing is plotting
On how to tell my current girl
That soon I’ll be giving the next a whirl
Telling her she was my ex girl
With a smile.
Maybe I'll be saying:
‘Baby it's ok
Cause on some real shit
She wasn't really worth my while
If you get my drift.’
And then I'll grind some colors
Split a spliff
Roll a forest
Flick a flame
Until it smolders
just exhale
Real quick
Just need to prepare
To admit my faults
And sketch my past in minor detail
See...
I ain't afraid to admit
That all of loves attempts
Didn't prevail
Sold myself short so many times to heart break
I should hold stock in retail
Hold on
Let me calm it down
Before it sounds like it’s been
Preplanned…
Let me reorder my words
Jumpstart my heart
So it’s ready and willing to be
Reprogrammed
Spit her some smooth like
Like baby
My love speaks a whole ‘nother language
I just hope you understand
But right now,
I’m just sticking to the plan
And all I can tell her is who I am
And when the time comes
Where she asks if I’m taken…
Drop my voice
Real low
Begin to use my hands
And let her know…
“Look baby, I’m in a situation”.
On how to tell my current girl
That soon I’ll be giving the next a whirl
Telling her she was my ex girl
With a smile.
Maybe I'll be saying:
‘Baby it's ok
Cause on some real shit
She wasn't really worth my while
If you get my drift.’
And then I'll grind some colors
Split a spliff
Roll a forest
Flick a flame
Until it smolders
just exhale
Real quick
Just need to prepare
To admit my faults
And sketch my past in minor detail
See...
I ain't afraid to admit
That all of loves attempts
Didn't prevail
Sold myself short so many times to heart break
I should hold stock in retail
Hold on
Let me calm it down
Before it sounds like it’s been
Preplanned…
Let me reorder my words
Jumpstart my heart
So it’s ready and willing to be
Reprogrammed
Spit her some smooth like
Like baby
My love speaks a whole ‘nother language
I just hope you understand
But right now,
I’m just sticking to the plan
And all I can tell her is who I am
And when the time comes
Where she asks if I’m taken…
Drop my voice
Real low
Begin to use my hands
And let her know…
“Look baby, I’m in a situation”.
Monday, April 26, 2010
For the Speculators
Don't need a feminist
Proclaiming how it isn't about the hate for men
But how to uplift the female gender
A dictator
A political investigator
A revolutionist
A Baptist
A Communist
Or a believer
And all that shit.
Cooler than a winter breeze
Is fine with me.
Record on the camcorder
90 degree knees
And take note.
This may be how the revolution is.
Proclaiming how it isn't about the hate for men
But how to uplift the female gender
A dictator
A political investigator
A revolutionist
A Baptist
A Communist
Or a believer
And all that shit.
Cooler than a winter breeze
Is fine with me.
Record on the camcorder
90 degree knees
And take note.
This may be how the revolution is.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Land of the Brave
The Superstitious
Never bear witness
To the nature of the Beast
Mauled from the rear
There is nothing closer
Then the future
That they fear.
Never bear witness
To the nature of the Beast
Mauled from the rear
There is nothing closer
Then the future
That they fear.
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Cut Off
There is no sound louder
Than the silence of the void
When you want to hear
"I love you"
But I didn't want these things from you
I wanted to see these things
But apparently I've got a blurred view
I hear you saying:
"I think the prescription lens they got you in just ain't right for you"
All these things you tell me you say
Not to take away
From the simple fact that:
This is still delicate
All of its entanglements
Still very much so intricate
This is "different"
Infinitely definite
The termination fee for a contract you cut short
I am the one
The second
And the third
Now there's four.
I am the fifth that you missed
From that bottle of
Tequila
Bottle of brandy
Of rum
Scotch
Vodka
Gin on the bar
In the dining room adjacent to the den.
This is from your womb
Your anatomically deformed son
Reason why I am always wrong
My truths are always lies
And the battle is never won.
This is not the apology of the decade
Or the century
Instead a letter of resignation
From the lords of the world
And the sons of the nations
Swahili and Yoruba
Isis and Oshun
This is what I'm spitting
From the lab in the dreams that I have
For the child I'm not even sure that I'll have
These are the lessons I'd teach them
The difference between being
Confident and obnoxious
Between the words indigent and ignorant
Common sense and consciousness
This is for those close and far from here
The ones who feel abandoned
Even though their folks stay not too far from here
The patience and dedication grown
Into each one of my locs.
For corrupted identities
Joint bank accounts made mistakenly
For the kid who's birth certificate
Reads Leroy
But prefers to be called Leslie
The one who only hears verbal lashings of
"Tranny"
This is for Uncle Will
And his flamboyant roomate
Uncle Phil
For binders
And bisexuals
For packers
And pansexuals
The pair of boxer briefs that know that truth
But never reveal our true identity
For the Bohemian left in my Daddy
Bound 23 hours in a cell
The minutes my grandmother puts on his canteen
Because calls ain't free from jail.
This is from the pet name in me
To the lover in you
This won't get soggy from our tears
And turn into mush
We won't dedicate this to the children
Of the babies we'll make
From our hearts
And not from the trust funds we'll build
This is for my favorite poet
The heart felt flutters when I hear them in the audience
Yelling
"Go IN poet!"
There is no term that taste so sweet
Coming off the tongues of the prejudice
As fairy
And to think of how far they say we've come
Nothing more bitter sweet
Than the word "dyke"
Off the lips of the ignorant
Strange fruit is still ripe
So this is for those too bright
For their own good
Perched on streetlights
Under clouds getting too much sunlight
I wear the chip on my shoulder
That fell from her mountain
And yet,
I'm still climbing.
This is merely a piece of my acceptance speech
For the Walt Whitman
Publishers Clearing House
Academy Award
And the Grammy
It rests in the left pocket
Of the saddle on the horse I rode in on
For the face of the elephant left bleeding
Where the tusks have been removed
Special shout out
To the left handed chicken scratch
On tattooed papyrus paper
Mimicking hieroglyphics and cuneiform
This letter
Is just a letter
Of resignation
Gratification and recognition of
All the bullshit
I see
Been through
And heard of
This is the gas for my jet pack
Before I fuel up and blast off
Crude and unusual
Resources renewable
Reduced, reused, and recycled
For all my family that fall in
Anywhere between
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
And Phi, Chi, Psi, and Omega
This is no Eulogy
No cover letters
No wag warred apology
Not for me
But from us
That rests in every piece of you
The insurance
To get new prescriptions
For a better view
The tassels in the titty bar
Helping to cover the road
To academia
Associates, Bachelors, and Masters degrees
Shout outs to the spiritual journey
To get that pack of Yacky B2 from India
And into the States
And the Albino Presidents
We've promoted to honorary Blacks
Who changes traditions
Of female circumcision
From Senegal to Ethiopia anyway?
This is the cut off for the search party
For who shot John
And actually killed him
To the student government
Because someone's got to run
The masses on every level
Of an institution
The ferocious little league
2 years aways from steroids
3 weeks away from chewing tobacco
And eating 5lb barrels of sunflower seeds
This is for the dealers of
Blow
Smack
Girl and boy
Medicinal and exotic weed
Dealers of motivation and ambition
This is the size of the seed
After you've reaped the reward
All the finger nails I've snagged
On the new growth in my hair
How my fingers run wild in her hair
She never gets mad
She NEVER gets mad
This is focused on
The lie I told
About the bruises on my thighs that showed
To the matriarch
The day after a lashing with the belt
This goes out to the fear I felt
The cotton candy nail polish
Layered on in 3 coats
After a brand new full set
Smolder black eyeliner
The lip glass
Both made by MAC
Back to the death threats made
The multiplicative inverse of all things
Unclear
Unbalanced
Unclear
Misconstrued
Demolished
Misunderstood
Defiled
Deformed
And
Queer
To homophobia and misogyny
This is not 2010's apology
It is what it is
For you
My mother, my father
My master, my punisher
Only wanting to hear
Permission from the world
The proclamation
To "GO IN!"
Verification from all the wrong places
This is the sanctuary for all the ink
That will fill the void and cleanse my lens
This will hold me down
Hold me tighter
Than you ever did.
All the memories that will be
Left to restore your thoughts of us
Thoughts of me
When it hits that this
Is all it really is
Just acknowledge this as a head start
Not to the soul of a rebel
But a means to the end
Of the thoughts of you thinking
I want to be a man
From your lesbian son
With working vagina and protruding breasts
Still completely deformed in your eyes
For the binary love hate
This is the last word
To the synopsis of our fate
The reality that there will never be more
To something that never really was
This is for the mission statement
The blueprint for the world
The misery that dwells
In parallel planes
For those who need to hear it
The allies and the advocates
I'd like to submit my final lines
One last cry
Over the spilled milk
Punches to the face
Profanity and neglect
The spot where growth dies
And brown patches taint life
The point of no return
Forgiveness or remorse
Nothing sweeter ever came from words so bitter
Nothing as sweet
As the post marked mailed verification:
This is the cut off.
And the void left now
Doesn't seem so loud anymore.
Than the silence of the void
When you want to hear
"I love you"
But I didn't want these things from you
I wanted to see these things
But apparently I've got a blurred view
I hear you saying:
"I think the prescription lens they got you in just ain't right for you"
All these things you tell me you say
Not to take away
From the simple fact that:
This is still delicate
All of its entanglements
Still very much so intricate
This is "different"
Infinitely definite
The termination fee for a contract you cut short
I am the one
The second
And the third
Now there's four.
I am the fifth that you missed
From that bottle of
Tequila
Bottle of brandy
Of rum
Scotch
Vodka
Gin on the bar
In the dining room adjacent to the den.
This is from your womb
Your anatomically deformed son
Reason why I am always wrong
My truths are always lies
And the battle is never won.
This is not the apology of the decade
Or the century
Instead a letter of resignation
From the lords of the world
And the sons of the nations
Swahili and Yoruba
Isis and Oshun
This is what I'm spitting
From the lab in the dreams that I have
For the child I'm not even sure that I'll have
These are the lessons I'd teach them
The difference between being
Confident and obnoxious
Between the words indigent and ignorant
Common sense and consciousness
This is for those close and far from here
The ones who feel abandoned
Even though their folks stay not too far from here
The patience and dedication grown
Into each one of my locs.
For corrupted identities
Joint bank accounts made mistakenly
For the kid who's birth certificate
Reads Leroy
But prefers to be called Leslie
The one who only hears verbal lashings of
"Tranny"
This is for Uncle Will
And his flamboyant roomate
Uncle Phil
For binders
And bisexuals
For packers
And pansexuals
The pair of boxer briefs that know that truth
But never reveal our true identity
For the Bohemian left in my Daddy
Bound 23 hours in a cell
The minutes my grandmother puts on his canteen
Because calls ain't free from jail.
This is from the pet name in me
To the lover in you
This won't get soggy from our tears
And turn into mush
We won't dedicate this to the children
Of the babies we'll make
From our hearts
And not from the trust funds we'll build
This is for my favorite poet
The heart felt flutters when I hear them in the audience
Yelling
"Go IN poet!"
There is no term that taste so sweet
Coming off the tongues of the prejudice
As fairy
And to think of how far they say we've come
Nothing more bitter sweet
Than the word "dyke"
Off the lips of the ignorant
Strange fruit is still ripe
So this is for those too bright
For their own good
Perched on streetlights
Under clouds getting too much sunlight
I wear the chip on my shoulder
That fell from her mountain
And yet,
I'm still climbing.
This is merely a piece of my acceptance speech
For the Walt Whitman
Publishers Clearing House
Academy Award
And the Grammy
It rests in the left pocket
Of the saddle on the horse I rode in on
For the face of the elephant left bleeding
Where the tusks have been removed
Special shout out
To the left handed chicken scratch
On tattooed papyrus paper
Mimicking hieroglyphics and cuneiform
This letter
Is just a letter
Of resignation
Gratification and recognition of
All the bullshit
I see
Been through
And heard of
This is the gas for my jet pack
Before I fuel up and blast off
Crude and unusual
Resources renewable
Reduced, reused, and recycled
For all my family that fall in
Anywhere between
Alpha, Beta, Gamma
And Phi, Chi, Psi, and Omega
This is no Eulogy
No cover letters
No wag warred apology
Not for me
But from us
That rests in every piece of you
The insurance
To get new prescriptions
For a better view
The tassels in the titty bar
Helping to cover the road
To academia
Associates, Bachelors, and Masters degrees
Shout outs to the spiritual journey
To get that pack of Yacky B2 from India
And into the States
And the Albino Presidents
We've promoted to honorary Blacks
Who changes traditions
Of female circumcision
From Senegal to Ethiopia anyway?
This is the cut off for the search party
For who shot John
And actually killed him
To the student government
Because someone's got to run
The masses on every level
Of an institution
The ferocious little league
2 years aways from steroids
3 weeks away from chewing tobacco
And eating 5lb barrels of sunflower seeds
This is for the dealers of
Blow
Smack
Girl and boy
Medicinal and exotic weed
Dealers of motivation and ambition
This is the size of the seed
After you've reaped the reward
All the finger nails I've snagged
On the new growth in my hair
How my fingers run wild in her hair
She never gets mad
She NEVER gets mad
This is focused on
The lie I told
About the bruises on my thighs that showed
To the matriarch
The day after a lashing with the belt
This goes out to the fear I felt
The cotton candy nail polish
Layered on in 3 coats
After a brand new full set
Smolder black eyeliner
The lip glass
Both made by MAC
Back to the death threats made
The multiplicative inverse of all things
Unclear
Unbalanced
Unclear
Misconstrued
Demolished
Misunderstood
Defiled
Deformed
And
Queer
To homophobia and misogyny
This is not 2010's apology
It is what it is
For you
My mother, my father
My master, my punisher
Only wanting to hear
Permission from the world
The proclamation
To "GO IN!"
Verification from all the wrong places
This is the sanctuary for all the ink
That will fill the void and cleanse my lens
This will hold me down
Hold me tighter
Than you ever did.
All the memories that will be
Left to restore your thoughts of us
Thoughts of me
When it hits that this
Is all it really is
Just acknowledge this as a head start
Not to the soul of a rebel
But a means to the end
Of the thoughts of you thinking
I want to be a man
From your lesbian son
With working vagina and protruding breasts
Still completely deformed in your eyes
For the binary love hate
This is the last word
To the synopsis of our fate
The reality that there will never be more
To something that never really was
This is for the mission statement
The blueprint for the world
The misery that dwells
In parallel planes
For those who need to hear it
The allies and the advocates
I'd like to submit my final lines
One last cry
Over the spilled milk
Punches to the face
Profanity and neglect
The spot where growth dies
And brown patches taint life
The point of no return
Forgiveness or remorse
Nothing sweeter ever came from words so bitter
Nothing as sweet
As the post marked mailed verification:
This is the cut off.
And the void left now
Doesn't seem so loud anymore.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Seasonal Intuition
Beautiful like mahogany trees
Sacred to the Dominican Republic and Belize
You remind me of summer shades
Royal sunsets
Sweaty nights
And
Shit.
I just really love the summer time.
Maybe I just love
You.
Sacred to the Dominican Republic and Belize
You remind me of summer shades
Royal sunsets
Sweaty nights
And
Shit.
I just really love the summer time.
Maybe I just love
You.
Early Summers
Summer must
Have
Come early as shit
This year
Sitting outside in the rain
Thinking I've got a couple of more months
To gain
Speed
Thinking that's all I really need
But it's only March
And by the dead heat of summer
You probably will have already moved on
But you'll remember me
With every winter
That blooms into spring
Being sprung enough
To only want
To be your
Summer fling.
Have
Come early as shit
This year
Sitting outside in the rain
Thinking I've got a couple of more months
To gain
Speed
Thinking that's all I really need
But it's only March
And by the dead heat of summer
You probably will have already moved on
But you'll remember me
With every winter
That blooms into spring
Being sprung enough
To only want
To be your
Summer fling.
Rhode Island Avenue
Nike boots
Black yankee fitted on
Strapped
The length of my shoe
Remember my stance
Even when I'm gone
And how my silhouette
Looks on the wall
Parallel to the window in your room
Casting shadows
Demanding moans
Vnecks and boxer briefs
Semi sweet barbaric dreams
Made on pillows
With your undergarments tucked beneath
Have me
Laced and strapped
Just remember me
Please.
Black yankee fitted on
Strapped
The length of my shoe
Remember my stance
Even when I'm gone
And how my silhouette
Looks on the wall
Parallel to the window in your room
Casting shadows
Demanding moans
Vnecks and boxer briefs
Semi sweet barbaric dreams
Made on pillows
With your undergarments tucked beneath
Have me
Laced and strapped
Just remember me
Please.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Those who remember
Sometimes I steal
I steal the works of others
From the workshops I attend
Because their work has
Inspired me to gyrate my pen
And those who remember know---
Sometimes I lie
I tell my mother the poem
I write are based solely
Off an imagination
More vivid than the world
To a new born
So those who remember know how---
Often times I forget
To say thank you.
I write to make her forget
Poems to cause the ducts to overflow
I write poems to spark the notion
That I am who they say
I write these poems so they forget who I am.
I steal the works of others
From the workshops I attend
Because their work has
Inspired me to gyrate my pen
And those who remember know---
Sometimes I lie
I tell my mother the poem
I write are based solely
Off an imagination
More vivid than the world
To a new born
So those who remember know how---
Often times I forget
To say thank you.
I write to make her forget
Poems to cause the ducts to overflow
I write poems to spark the notion
That I am who they say
I write these poems so they forget who I am.
When Summer Wakes Up
April showers
Follow up March mist
Everyday from now
Pulling summer a few thoughts closer
And if summer were here
In this moment
I'd be full of conviction
Emotional and all that shit
Dear Summer,
I really like her
Please let me stay
Until the end of the year
Let me linger until the New Year
And I'll take it from there.
I promise I'll be solely hers
And perfect for her
Just let me stay until winter comes.
Follow up March mist
Everyday from now
Pulling summer a few thoughts closer
And if summer were here
In this moment
I'd be full of conviction
Emotional and all that shit
Dear Summer,
I really like her
Please let me stay
Until the end of the year
Let me linger until the New Year
And I'll take it from there.
I promise I'll be solely hers
And perfect for her
Just let me stay until winter comes.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ladylike
He said my mouth was unlady like
Simply because I let profanity drip
I thought before I spoke
Checked my genitals
Making sure my shit was still the same down below...
And said...
I wasn't his lady
Or anything of the like...
And just like it hurt his dick when a broad put too many teeth on it
My tongue feels the pain all the same
When it's bitten.
Simply because I let profanity drip
I thought before I spoke
Checked my genitals
Making sure my shit was still the same down below...
And said...
I wasn't his lady
Or anything of the like...
And just like it hurt his dick when a broad put too many teeth on it
My tongue feels the pain all the same
When it's bitten.
For Merriam
Waking her...
Sometimes in a rough manner
Sometimes gently
I tear into her
Cautious not to tear her from the inside
But she's mine
All mine
I love her
Devour her ...
Letter by letter
Word by word...
I understand her
She in turn
Nourishes me
With knowledge
Intellect
Substance
Enough to keep me coming back...
And back
And back..
For clarity...
Sweaty...
Hot...
Big headed
Cocky and confident
With my word for the day.
Sometimes in a rough manner
Sometimes gently
I tear into her
Cautious not to tear her from the inside
But she's mine
All mine
I love her
Devour her ...
Letter by letter
Word by word...
I understand her
She in turn
Nourishes me
With knowledge
Intellect
Substance
Enough to keep me coming back...
And back
And back..
For clarity...
Sweaty...
Hot...
Big headed
Cocky and confident
With my word for the day.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Annual Tuition Increase
My professors should get a raise
For being so gifted
At pretending
To be as smart
As they're paid to be.
For being so gifted
At pretending
To be as smart
As they're paid to be.
Bare Fruit
Un-pierced
Nipples---genitals
You entrust me with your body to be pleased
Soft...smooth
Non metallic flavored
Like peaches...
From a southern orchard
Before they've been pitted
Skinned
Canned
You are my daily dose of
Purity in simple syrup
All in a naturally sweetened
Fruit compote.
Nipples---genitals
You entrust me with your body to be pleased
Soft...smooth
Non metallic flavored
Like peaches...
From a southern orchard
Before they've been pitted
Skinned
Canned
You are my daily dose of
Purity in simple syrup
All in a naturally sweetened
Fruit compote.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Boroughed Blues
Nobody knows nothing like the blues I own
Indigo daydreams
Cerulean fantasies gone wrong
Rich prospects for the indigent
Black and beautiful
Dreams broken down
Abused
Misused and...
Deferred
In an instant
But this is the life
C'est la vie
Through the Harlem Renaissance I survived
Close your eyes
And you still wouldn't be able to imagine
What it was like
But for the sake of arguing
I'll submit
You can live vicariously
Through collections
You are the last
For rest...
Have taken fragments hues of blues
And gone.
Indigo daydreams
Cerulean fantasies gone wrong
Rich prospects for the indigent
Black and beautiful
Dreams broken down
Abused
Misused and...
Deferred
In an instant
But this is the life
C'est la vie
Through the Harlem Renaissance I survived
Close your eyes
And you still wouldn't be able to imagine
What it was like
But for the sake of arguing
I'll submit
You can live vicariously
Through collections
You are the last
For rest...
Have taken fragments hues of blues
And gone.
Mindful
So yesterday
Somewhere between the silent treatment
And the interactive boredom
I lost my mind
So...
Today...
I backed tracked
And...missed it
Fast forwarded...
Absent minded
Found it
Now it's sitting on my desk
With the books
And all the other educated looking props...
I've found the portal to my sanity...
I'm just not ready to use it...
I like my excuse to go off sporadically...
"Plum monkey fuck you in the nuts"
Phrases and such...
Don't go over so well
When there's the perception that I have all my marbles in the jar...
Or my mind
In my head...
So...
I'll donate it to science...
The homeless...
The less fortunate
Any reason to say my mind
Is still...
Lost
Somewhere between the silent treatment
And the interactive boredom
I lost my mind
So...
Today...
I backed tracked
And...missed it
Fast forwarded...
Absent minded
Found it
Now it's sitting on my desk
With the books
And all the other educated looking props...
I've found the portal to my sanity...
I'm just not ready to use it...
I like my excuse to go off sporadically...
"Plum monkey fuck you in the nuts"
Phrases and such...
Don't go over so well
When there's the perception that I have all my marbles in the jar...
Or my mind
In my head...
So...
I'll donate it to science...
The homeless...
The less fortunate
Any reason to say my mind
Is still...
Lost
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