supre-deape

this poem started out as a joke because of all the poems we've been seeing on ezabel, but then i added a few serious points, then it ended up still as a joke. enjoy.

the summation of my life

is the creation of my upset mind

results in an inundation

of years. i find

i feel surrounded by this room

full of firey hatchets

i can't shake this sleepy eye

caused my visual quicksandy dragnets

and i can tell i missed a spot shaving

the dead wood off my brain

i'm caving in and praying

i get to sleep out in the rain

now so restful in this pool

of a machine's sweat and blood

desensitized by inactivity

i can't see through the suds

on the window in front of the brick wall

i'm washing clean of

crazed giant radioactive ants

should i hit them up for lunch money?

or leave my meals to chance?

i shouldn't fret cuz

there's lotsa fried chicken beaks

i wish times like this would

leave me rastafied slick 'n shiek

but it's not necesity

just a recipe

for a lifetime supply of broken heart bandages

i'm lonely and illiterate

because all my arms migrated to uncharted appendages