The Shell, he Screamed,

Is All That Matters when

ladders cause the Whites of

your Hands to Decay as The

Altitude becomes Less of a Phobia.

This Skin--this Dead, Chapped Skin

is the Epitome of an impressive Accomplishment.

And This Bone,

When Evolved into the Same Consistency,

is Spat upon If It's Appearance is Over an Inch Long.

You Sick, Sick Ape.

You Ignorant Chimp

(Limping up Vines and

Coughing up Spines)

Who You Are dances Before Your Forehead

and Sings Sonnets of Sandpapered Perfections

to Those who Unfortunately Exist.

You are a Mystery.

A Wooden Chair Before me;

each leg unequal in length

and the length of my breath could

revive as

many dead as

alive.

My date of Birth.

Important Numbers.

Meaningful Memories tossed carelessly

into the unoccupied Cubby of Air

I've been Staring at for a Century now.

It's Listening, though,

and It's feedback is Juxtaposed

with Every Delicate Action

performed within

Firey, Diabolic braincases

consisting of

bone and bone

and bone (is what they consist of)

Im Sobbing Now,

and searching...

Searching the Junk Drawers

for An unknown gadget that

was known about a minute ago.

Oh, It's attached to me.

Oh, It's Placed in my chest

keeping me alive.

Some

times

I

forget

Things.

The fragile clock's repetitive melody began slipping 6 feet under, but maybe I wont change the batteries this time.

A simply elegant tune played every hour closer to death and the life after the afterlife im living in currently seems rather cruel.

A DING and a depressing growl;
Im closer to dying-- like that fragile clock that reminds me every sixty misty minutes that im wishing wouldnt finish.

Sand handing iris islands

blindness finding home inside this

Priceless Mindless Torture cave

and bravery is not apparent

to The parent Spending Bending

Hours painting tainted Stains upon

The Brains of former fetal adolescent messes saved by six letters

handing him the aorta and all

those other bloody parts

Fig

ure

of sp (l)eech(es)

sucking the sad out of my ONCE

sad sad sad body

Undefined; behind a masked spinal Cord Crying

Lie the Blades of Your Shoulders where I would Rest my Hands on.

To My surprise soup Steam Rising and

Failing to Cool with cool breath dying gradually

and magically i'm alive

An Obedient Child creates

an artificial grin

in an attempt to impress the mess

that spills from his heart; Within

Pinned Against stone, alone and

confusion makes up the Majority of

Space Accidentally Placed into his Noggin

Muscles Ache,

a Mistake must take time away

from the voice you've been tossing

and tossing and its homesick (Boomerang)

You're a Boomerang.

The Bad Reason

Your Electronic

Obsession Melted (AA)

Pelted your Heart's

Funny bone with

stones Indigenous to

An Unknown Planet;

You Didn't Plan it.

You Couldn't Stand it's

Chemical

Capacity

Expanding Slowly

and Landing on the Lonely

Nonexistent Agenda Composed

in Your Mobile home.

The Batteries in Your Electronic Obsession Melted.

Death,

Your Breath I would not Recognize--

Socialize with

Although the majority of individuals

Do not receive much

vociferous attention (From Me)

due

to

the fact that I live in, Breathe in, and

plan on dying within the presence of my own thoughts

and my own thoughts only--

plus her

and her love which keeps my (forever)

HAPPY

and BEAUTIFUL

Heart

HAPPY

and

BEAUTIFUL

and ALIVE (forever)

(times infinity)