no lost its voice

no lost its voice

the inching worm of frustration
slurps along the muck of my guts
as the knowledge of the up I spurned last week
will gladly reenter my mental embrace
I didn’t need you for a whole week maybe ten days
I stately sigh to myself- pathetic rationalization is realized
like the whino that neglects to check her piss stained feet for spare change proffered
so I sit and view bleakly the wind tunnel of glass and storm
watching and waiting
as it waves its ambiguous blur flag
signaling the realm of stars beneath the retinal patterns
singularly my own- yet ruefully and raggedly
assuming the same wane pall of the immediately gratified masses
the pretense of decorum while assuming the position
of the snowbird under cover- fly away birdie
away amidst the glorified sundripped ocean rememberances of yestermorrow
internal toes tap rhythmically out of pattern sicko sousa swirling sounds- attempted
distraction of the inner craving worm twisting metallic meth lust dragon- pitiable undertakings
irreparable damage- incurable affliction
its off to the islands for fun in the sun- Molokai for me the leper soul
the novelty forfeits its pleather cherub wings all a flutter cheekiness- evolving
within the worn mousy browns of drudgery
so I peruse my inner world of me shaped musings
wanting- needing?
to descry the desideratum given me upon graduation of my claymation
doppelganger monster me self rears its head- my world of glutton ugliness
freebird- become dream barren frostbird dons the scarlet letter of choice
stark against the sacrifice of glitter drenched would be reveries of
once and future goodness
addiction’s genitalia has gone missing- and I’m mindless in my privation of
powder haze meanderings
feed me you fucking pipe and give to me the hyped world of tight rope walking without the net
sucking and yucking and crazy bee buzzing
I supplicate that crystal leaded penis version of cranial orgasm production
oh god please help me

MCW