i have to sleep
to much life and double-tongued cheering surrounds me
i feel foul
devoid weeks and days
i rot hanging from one leg
my vision of delight reflected from a broken mirror
sell very astute the cipher, i am brimmed with
pop up and gab on about it, what an amusement i am
at all costs it needed saying, keep it mind i say
i fight the longevity of oblivion with infernal delusions
i traded in for my soul
hell of a snip he said and paid the price
a tick of instant, microwaved enlightenment penetrates me
a self-destroying prophecy, royal whoremonging without the whores
where is my welsh tart, my guaranteed pure wine
i think out loud, perplexed and plangent
he assures me his best performance, while petting my troubled mind
but even affection, honey, ass and cake
is just another form of undercooked crucifixion
my stomach twirls, my psyche shatter, my sadness turns to death
the end i think, when does it all end
give me a clue as to where i am at
abused and under back-breaking ache
i dream of the moment i will ultimately crack
when i will generate the finite impetus
the last dimension drawn with targeted strokes
a final dance, the last track, a sip and a smoke
one poem, maybe one brute, ecstatic fuck and half a trip
while singing words i never understood and feeling sensations i never had
unlearning the pleasures i never sensed, adopting the pains i always amassed
buying a ticket for an unleashing show in which i am the guest and i am the host
no answers will be open, no questions asked
no rules ever stated and no liberty wasted
no word recited and every act washed out
a rumpus without comparison
the fuel for the last trek
the rain to sweep away
the exhibition of failures
and garage sale of dearly purchased victories
there is no guestlist
entry is free
drinks are on the house
and drugs in the kitchen
let go
stay forever
a lively goodbye
for a dead life
