i'm doing less and less of a good job of a red ladybug hiding with a big rock cock

go for a walk
go watch the walk
stop, count the clocks
sun sets and day knocks
just to preface
i got this thing
starts like a sting
a plop and a plip
spin round the wire
at the center of my desire
for a big sun
a red pedal push it like
a blue metal
shone leaf-cloned
achievement
deceit that cloaks a thing on repeat
press the play button
spun it sucks a bit from it
and the cracks open
but the light finds a knife-like
way to cut
but, but, but
i wont be the launching pad no more
i wanna stop this bore of a big black spot
my mind held back from thought
big grey spots
a splotch
don't cop no drop
to pop lock off like a big beauteous wonder
im on my way to
and trip on
long-shot we can't be long
its takin the time
that makes space for rhymes
but im done
i'm just rather angry, you see. this thing seems stuck on repeat within me and i have nothing to say. there are placemats on the table and i have this china i don't know how to re-arrange. there are people talking around me that i don't know how to interpret. there was a time on a trampoline once where i was happy and i didn't have anything on my mind. i have something on my mind, and its a meat cleaver. and i got a big slab of cut-able meat in my conciousness and i'm just throwin' it on the table. have at it, im just throwin it on the table. i dont know what to do. the past few have proved anew i dont know what to do. i just have a pushing, burning, braking, bristling, scraping peeling oomph thats engaged within a glass frame that reminds me daily. it reminds me day to day. and i will just jump up and slam my hard fist into the sheetrock and fuck fuck fuck but anyways ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss s sukh
and by the way
if it's glass
i can break it any day...