Like a a gazelle startling with sudden mad burst that
Propels me certain in my daze, clouded with dire haze
Shit! Have I alone again in a consternation kinda maze
Rather be I would of clear mind of rooted spurts of pose
Positive conduits of creative energies flowing nonstop
No stopping at synapses or junktions where debris of my
Being coagulated, got stuck, lost their now collective
Thrusts, where all I wanna do is glide on by these and
Those in happy throes and glows and not all knotted be
Joyous in my escapes of escapades in spades and not
Total busts burns blandishments self imposed from my
Constant dreams of lost , loser and loose laments , lingers
Where I’d like to point my fingers, what’s with all these
Those ‘ thinkers ‘ !?!? Stop in dreams mine doze ‘ ringers’
Ringing ON not off my many streamers not screamers that
Thrust in my thithers dithers blithers bladders of consterns
Go on, throw me my bone, I get one bone stuck here in
This shit hole with all my brother sister others mothers
Fathers uncles nieces aunts and families in our common
Thread threading so many lost needles like sweat heat
And spunk dried and dirtied with all the others in that
Quest universal of searching meaning, meanings!?
Any at all!?!? Trapped in bodies our yearning churning
Till be come to our last blink of selves extinctions
Yet I somehow smile, I certain hope, that is my dope
For I am no not one, with my scope no dope I am
Alone for my side, you alone for yours by my side
Through life we somehow manage to slip and slide
Others do their damnnest , too ,trying us to manage
I no not with breaths and leaps away be so man or
Woman managed bandaged , I will be heard not
Herded!
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