A bucket of words and not a single coherent thought.
Don’t harsh Shakespeare’s buzz. Not worth it.
Your prose reads like a rack of ribs slathered in BBQ sauce.
Dragonfly eyes, into the sky.
Darkness, envelop and warm.
The tick in your eye, is is is…
I do not see you create me with my mind.
Dreams fear me.
A path to never-ending paths.
Collapse worlds, like burning
Who am I if I cannot picture my face.
I look at the head of a pin.
It smiles back.
There are words on this page,
They smile back. Burn
I don’t smile back I’m laughing inside, can’t stop, won’t stop laughing.
My eyes don’t tick.
Caffeine, my bed, my addiction
Like a tool, an appendage.
The eyelid the display.
Flick flick flutter I stutter.
Enter inner sanctums.
Let go, let me out, you want out
Roaring fire and the flick flick flutter of wings.
What do the caterpillars say when I ask them?
Ask their names.
White sleep dark nights fluttery flurry of eyes in the air.
Dark secrets flicker.
I beam and smoke
I cannot see.
Traveling in the night like a wraith alone,
Not alone, searching
Only the lights in my head are on, others travel,
Speeding towards daylight. I time travel a second.
You skipped the best part.
There is a tick in my eye, something flicks and flutters.
I run with it.
There are things in the dark things in your mind
Screeping and scraping looking for someway out, someway out.
The tunnel-night is lonely, don’t stop just keep going.
Coma for no reason.
There are two acts just choose to have the second one conscious.
One person, a figment of my own reality, a naiad waiting for
Small smelling salts suffer.
In the dark the light is very bright and full.
I explore the canyons of
Brains. Flying emblems of smiles corral
The dark thoughts and wooshing sounds.
The landscape of the eyeball, projected into bas-relief
Figment of my own imagination