why do I always ask myself
is this
the most ..cked up
I ve ever been
when I m too ..ucked up to know?

(hey, maybe I m not fcked up??
maybe this is the way humans feel
all the time
maybe this normal and everyone else
is fcked up!)

(lost the thought, what was I thinking, anyway? aaAAH,)

why do I always ask myself
is this...???

Pen stained pockets
rusted mechanical sockets
rockets rockets rockets,
disappearing dockets
poisoned arrows
chains and sprockets
dead doves deadly sparrows
the fluke of the pharaohs
a poets word and carol,
one quill recovers the file
eclectic eagles
blood bone and marrow.

Don’t blink, Don’t speak
Don’t hesitate
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t test your fate

Shards of metal make one
Crashing horns make fun
But spinning out of control makes none

Something doesn't feel right
And I wonder if I have time