[manufacturers warning]
what is that frantic ranting of
emergency---
urgency.
dialed to a tone.
it makes me make
faces
and a thought like outer---
spaces
on the checkered-bored-game
that IS
this would-be life of
obessive strife.
of mine, atleast. it seems
that
anyway, or
every which---bewitching! way
i supposed...
no matter WHICH goddamned road.
i choose---i chose
it never is the right way
always turning left
all the way to way, way down
one cant make a fool
of a
self-proclaimed clown
with crowns and thorns and
implied best thoughts
(we must not be swayed by
little things)
this can be done properly
guiding light of guidelines of property
ancient earths hold ancient truths
& so so do you
but i do too
by straight-up numbers----
are ye numb yet?!
the conclusion follows the bleeding
point
self-confessed, professed, and
left for dead.
didnt want to hear what i couldve said.
ashes, dust, mold, & rust
the whole-ly un-holy
by no other name still lies...
say its self-sacrifice