
my head is in a funny place
but it left my body way behind
and the scars that are scribbled upon it
are like maps of my wayward mind
written on a dirty roadhouse napkin
on a hundred dirty dingy dunny doors
written of fear and in ignorance
of all them fucking laws
the stars have left for the sky again tonight
once again i've been blessed with this sight
no more pandering or meandering or mud raking and slandering
cause this lane aint going right!
the maps in my mind
and the lines on my face
my ticket my key
my way out of this place
our numbers our senses a spiral a path
enter a plea of contempt
refusing to see what it was to be
and exactly what i meant
when a tale is told there is a magic
for both the telling and the tale
this magic spurs us on and on
let none perish, flee or fail
and this is exactly as it was meant to be taken
this is exactly as it was construed
and to the very last letter of every single word
a space
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler


Comments (1)
I love the raw emotion and vivid imagery in your poem, it really captures the essence of a turbulent mind.