A conjunction is...
a simple function
like lyrical simplification
of something far more complex
these lines i type
can match what relays in my mind
no lies here adapted to 110010001001
and while none of this seems to exist
without some inspiration
like some musical muse lined deep
in insomniatic cohabitation
my mind is still an open book
that only this Grey screen seems to subscribe
so call it what you will
that fact is, is i don't really seem to care
the headlines read to you fill only time
sex, drugs, sporadic connotations
of anything left breathing
waning and sailing
in open breaths and stanza patterns
this site is a coffee shop discussion
when the coffee stops being served
so excuse me while i release
this caged beast i hide inside
of a mind decayed and rotten
like week old spinach in the back aisle
or a head of teeth not since cleaned
since the fall of Stalin and Mussolini
and excuse this letters apparition
if the spelling ain't quite right
if the message is perceived
than its done its civic duty
like patriots left sitting in their flag draped coffins
soldiers letter from home
and memories of loved ones
this is all i have to remember what happens here today
it isn't for you, and its for me
its for the year 2090
when I'm older and lost in reason
i can look back and laugh at what the hell was so confusing
is it enough to say i love you, or to simply keep on breathing
political philosophies that truly seem important
die in years of exile and cynicfycation
I'm not even speaking fluent English this time around
but whats the use,
if this poem hadn't a thought in the first place
i guess its time is spent through shit in the long run
well, anywho...
