the wave has crushed me
like a neon viper
striking at her
the forthright dimension
oh, so dark and twisted
and they will scan my brain
they will tell me i’m insane
they will try to fill me
in their dark grave
their game
i hope they will not make me
walk around in one of those gowns
that shows my ass to the crowd
i’ve done that well enough on my own
what can i say
when you’re drenched
you’re drenched to the bone
finally, the misery
takes place
you wonder where is home
i write mystically
almost magically
but i often dislike the poem
and here i am once again
making Leonard feel so damned
a better poet is he
as i suffer in between
some fake moralistic nonsense
and a fabled parody
but it is here that i must abide
until the voices stop their cry
the sun still wont shine
the winter months still so blind
one eye for luck
one eye for love
one ear for the sinner
one ear for the saint
one mouth to chatter
to the deafening quake
and how is it that i could find
wisdom or solace in this mind
i have a hard enough time
just cooking an egg
a mass cluttered concept
a sacrilegious lie
in due time
the demons do depart
it’s hard to tell them apart
but the calmness might confide
a rather delightful lullaby
as one part gives in
another must die
and i’ll write with pen and paper
while i’m inside their chamber
of artificial magic
and dueling surprise
it’s hard to let beauty love you
when you have such a rotting mind
Leonard knows
i’m pretty sure
he knows
how this whole
story
unfolds
pop their pills
watch ‘em get their thrills
from thinking
they have found you
but their company
just astounds you
makes you realize
there
is
no one
home
you are truly
all alone
unfortunately
it is almost time
for this lazy poet
to go and see
if they can help free
two thousand years
of fatal misery
no connection
no command
no shift of flight
for this man
well
i’ll be damned
that’s gonna be
one hell of a sight
gotta go now
the time it is ending
there is nothing in this world
that is worth pretending
you might be a lioness
you might have my cub
but when i unfold this wretched letter
i’ll make you my drug
some do it for sanity
some do it for love
but in the end
i’m the one that reigns
in the palace
up above
i claim my own defeat
rattles beneath your feet
the mountain seems too steep
the fortress is asleep
me, i’m conquering
many
many
many
things
i wonder
i wonder
will you miss me
while
i’m
gone
