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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.

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