Frankenprose

i blasted away

all those tired, frayed nerves

i ducked and i dodged

i dived and i swerved

i came, i felt;

then i burnt, i purged

i turned all that pain

into strange, into words

there's got to be more than chance or luck and

my understanding of this clusterfuck is

it’s pure animal instinct let run amok a

perpetual loop of blow and suck

speech was free

but there's gold in silence

fattened on force fed

fresh Disnefied violence

divisive design is

now an exact science

let go of your mind

embrace compliance

shrouded in a thin veil of nothing

like a still from a film of the void

a space of self-prescribed slowness

where the depth of reality is buoyed

the taint of doubt clouds once clear waters

they become muddied obscured and cloyed

unbidden thoughts may yield possibility

but only if moulded, teased and toyed

ideas...

ideas float like fat soddened effluent

bobbing

to and fro

ideas float like wounded birds

returned to a nest of sorrow

flapping so,

ideas float like an oil spill

a mirror of many

surfaces and blights

ideas float like cotton candy wishes

warm stories

for cold nights

there’s happy times

sad rhymes

the good courts the bad

and then

and only then

do

their

bastard love children

smear my page