A Tee

 

I feel a poem brewing

culling, mental incontinence to drowns for gold

better a fishing patient with magnet

What karma follows me, running from the goad

Sacrifice laden solution, madness

The only way out of flog of a life, sold

The principality, the blood lid on our destinies

etch a mark, kill a life, stand up to hunger 

Why would I trust the caper, row, blindness?

When I conduce the climate from a sit in

what you seek, achieve doesn't affect me

I feel a poem saying sorry

Taking the punishment of every alter like a god

You win life through freedom, scurry!

Civilization structure to a stupid, a mode

tethered to suffering, pittances and elitism

Ignorant barreled crabs constituting contingencies

I sacrificed too much, you can't teach me a lesson

Apologies break curses, conceit reifies them

Blood, magnetism, mosquitoes, perturb forget

Lizard in the ceilings implanting thought, minds

Wiping dreams, current through you, amping and the quick

sex is the air of fear, lizard saccharine, after tastes

A patent war of stubbornness with a sutra soaking stone 

Cretins in my dream running skelter in the sand 

me? You are all on my lap! A tee is a resolve

Nothing to aim for, there's nothing here, It's all just 

a lie

Remaining good in my delusions, I actualize them

A tee is tally mark across, says enough

a cross on a walking grave, I end here, the rest 

can go on

I proceed to do nothing and sleep besides

things get difficult it's off fo another life, 

Calm in the suffering little ripples like in tea

but not for long

You can't spell me this one, prod, lie anymore

Trying to conduce a single man to work

But what darkness can the fool-

The light 

sleeping and eating the earth would out-sustain 

our consumption even if we number 10 billion

Sex, food, cloth, money, all goads and prods unto waste

would eventually

tarry exigency looks at me as a floatsam, worry

Convinced that I am mad, they are the exigent

A tee is a cross, watch who you would wont

break

and a tee is a cross, down this graveward march

convincing who? surely you'll feel a poem brewing

true