schizophrenic poetry

a stroll in the park — the old Gods are with me. jupiter beams lightning out his mouth while aries swings his dick in a mobius strip. a winding and interweaving path — I stand on the long, rigid, and protruding nails of a forlorn homeless woman.

she inches ever closer until the proximity of her nose slightly grazes my soft skin. a nausea precipitated by the snowflakes emanating and descending onto me from her head. an episode of regurgitation allows me to evacuate myself. vomiting pathways — the possibilities of a teleportation device.

endless teleportation from one point to another — crisscrossing lines of the schizophrenic's variety. squiggles and scribbles — my thoughts like the drawings of a melted pen fused to the hands of a hyper infant. she once brought me peace, now i stalk the world ceaselessly yearning for a piece, or morsel. grinding gigawatts — i have already expended too much glucose incessantly wasting kilowatts of electricity.

her words must be removed from my colon. a nosocomial infection resulting in a toxic mega inflammation of my ass. the doctor orders a colectomy. a 5-month episode of a rapid expulsion of bullshit has come to an end.

the doctor shoots the shit — a stroll and a brisk walk. i am no longer watching the multiple reels that come across my feed. they are watching me. Shivering and trembling — they know what I want to see. i glow bright as Sho’nuff takes the best of me. jupiter or zeus or whatever sky daddy has blessed me with a bolt of lightning spewing out their mouth.

scales of charred skin like exhausted charcoal blow out my ears. twerking at my own funeral procession, i am spent. Can we be friends instead? i just need a little space. Hot and cold interactions while you use me as an experience. i’ll take my final bow, scum sucka — not even bruce leeRoy could have caught this bullet.