Mass Confusion In a State of Shock
i am not thinking straight today
as i make myself a spaghetti sandwich
ever since i kissed the lips of loneliness,
i have been fasting for the reuniting of our chemistry
however the end result is always anionic bonding
my wish is for the cationic vibe and the freedom from the red rain
i add ice to the jar of pickle juice and wash the spaghetti sandwich down
then i grab the first of the two cookie shakes from the freezer
the blue warmth of my tears melt the usual deliciousness away
i guzzle it down as the cookie bits scratches my tonsils
then i grab the second of the two cookie shakes, but i never get through it
somehow i fall asleep dreaming dreams of time machines and aladdin's lamps
when i wake up to get ready for work, i realize that it is saturday
fully and heavily clothed, i carelessly plop down on the carpet
my rumbling stomach reminds me of where i am
i rush to the bathroom and empty the contents to the overly soiled toilet
i stare into space on up into the next day
i am impervious to the deprivation of sleep
it is in your flawless honor that i do openly weep
i so wish that your heart could have been something that i could keep
you took everything when you left with the black sheep
now i consider myself an extreme hoarder for your love
boxes of memories construct a quicksand sea in my mind
i drown intentionally to become carelessly and helplessly lost in it all....
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