Eight did demonstrate
that there was a distaste for her look
And she took so long to tell me her problem
As I stood there shaking my forlorn head
From her mental file she said
That she needed me
Her light was only halfway
Aching crown
Thunder clap
The emotion grain
stumbled out
Nine was sublime and did own up to a crime
that left another dreaming
And there I tried to put the number together
And it didn't take
My mental process did stumble
breaking into two
I can't decode what's the matter with you
Like the items before
I fell into confusion
Just a multiple contusion of some vague misery

I envision a way out
that time would give me
but the hole seemed too deep

Far too deep
and I quieted without a peep
still infused with wonder
These visions in my head
like black magic
Not one made sense
and I lay down having to pay
more than a sixpence to stifle the horrid gobbledygook

The mind is an idle playground
With so much madness , nothing contains
Nothing on earth tells the story
Gives the x-ray
the Foray into the ultimate power

Power wielded
Shot intentions
Failed to mention all the story's glory
in the lobby
was the hobby with interstate rubber burned
Parties fight
and ignite mindless Charlie Brown layered debate
just to inflate the ego
of an everyman that only a fantasy
No trouble to lie
American Pie
The switch isn't gonna spark
I'm the lark that will save you
the victory lap you've yet to take
and all this muse is unedited unbridled passion
in a cluttered fashion
Unsung, Hung up, and totally fucked
Now bound the page and staple

01/28/2008

Posted on 01/29/2008
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