Feel me not, tense me now
Mind, strain me do that please
Jiggly hands, hopping heart, hippity hop brain
Synticallity flawed,
Spew I do,
Spill I will.
with, insides poetically echoing,
Empty,
In minds eye I’ve omniscient future watchers,
picker uppers of my papers.
Set them down, to your time ba-bye
You’ll lose your current in the currents of disillusionment
With no clue of my thoughts, my thoughtless pursuer.
For your self reception of me, will be,
Pardon my French,
of fumbly fear-fuck and discontinuity,
All-consuming disdain,
Big Fat, dancing brain.
In terms of self reception,
The fear of the mirror, I speak of it worthless
But it is not.
As mirrors are ink organizing,
Because if they were ink defied,
One could neglect the re-flect
Regurgitate ooze
In ability to choose.
My hairy veins tickle me,
The little men pull levers that turn my eyes dodgy
This is the silliness.
Ink non-congruent, Bill Clinton.
Jiggly hands, pop-up ads,
My hopping heart and little men?
They live in ,
Hairy veins and pulsing brain
Ink non-congruent Bill Clinton.
I cannot go, I will now stay,
In my mental monetization.
My deviant thoughts may purge my worth
And sell themselves with my soul.
With all damnation, I will now ask
Could not my mind be full