I still can’t work it out in my head.
Hey, listen to the nonsense going on.
This is pure nonsense, straight from the source.
Nonsense in the flesh pouring here such liquided delights
Mouths gaping like the night
Puttered out such vicious illogic
Tried of fancies and noise
Whimsey litter, blank ideas
Bereft of sense or poise
Whiskey’d lips meet mine graces softly by the bar
Peering into the void
Whispers of babies laid to rest eyeing ennui
Gasping bravely girls and boys
Whizened elders grasping for self or soul in their minds
Their senses playing coy
I am the the the the the the the the the warm body of the stars forever away, in the heavens,
Exploding in your heart
The chaos of a doodle
The interference on The Screens
The doubt sewed when possessions lost, never stolen, never missing, just gone.
Get Gone, or get out.