is this thing on?
can you hear me
speaking in my many crazy tongues
violet eyed iridum hummed
loss of rudimentary id control
sung in indigoes and pinks
blood flowing still
alive still thriving in virtual ink
it's friday night already where i live
animation given thru live assistance
jiving to my own beat, free form
no need for old resistances
living alone's the way to go
finding the one, more divine
by flying solo
dripping wet with integrity
bathed with decorum in the face of desperation
you're still the same
but it's me who has changed some
and this change continues, drenched
slow and easy
sans the henchmen, without panic
not so sleazy as he
who flees, flailing
chased by bees in a swarm
of lonlieness and abandonment
i'm going strong
tho i confess to moments of
loss
of rudimentary id control
temporary episodes
of stooping to another level
but i'm feeling
much better now
so i thought i'd launch this rock off
with a heave ho roll...
