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The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

 How do you amalgamate all this art?
Fuck those detailed stones lying on the side of the road
Leave them crying in the dirt. Or those black holes calling
From between the stars.
The time is now.
We are to dumb to see.
Mistreating all our creativity
Do not direct this conversation.
Listen to lamps
We could be animals, we could be.
This damn mind keeps running
Like electricity.

Still you cram all this
Data up your ass and shit
Nothing.
How natural and satisfying it
Could be to be natural while you are dying.
Art always seems dead until
Someone else finds a way to touch
Softly that thick hard
Veiny-Core inside us all.

I am breaking inside. Pieces
Scattered all over your bed room.
I can hide them for only so long.
Broken deserted.
Helpless. I have so much,
Put so little importance to it.
Why do I make everything
So difficult?
Create. There's nothing left.
Possibilities have ended.
Trapped. Caged. Animalized.
Marginalized and Criminalized.

Stop suffocated me. Why do you harangue around me
Looking down and pissing out your negativity.
How can I fight this? Who?
How can I continue to care?
All questions with now answers straight down the cavernous
Sink hole.
Dripping like water with the sound of drums
Pounding the walls of the abyss. Sinking ship
For the realists because he was bored.
What is this? Why am I so hated?
Suffering here in my own blood. I tried to relax thinking I was to intense
Tried to care thinking that would help and it didn't. I even tried ambivalence for you.

In the woods I pitch my tent. I'm done vacationing
It implies to many other hard hours,
Making things difficult and seeking problems
Just to solve them.
In the wood I stood when the news came.
"One more winning lottery ticket exists in the US
It has been out for 4 years and will become obsolete
By years end. "
People in droves drove
Scoured the land, landing
In the most obscure places.
Buying up all of those bingo scratch tickets.
I just sat wishing them the best. Not even this could move me.
Forget that past. Forget those
Troubles. Fuck those unnatural acts
Like creating laws. So stay. Stay away and stay
Off my porch.
I just sat and that is when the whole
Goddamn fort went down.


-TESS