So I might have gone mad

Oh well

So I might have disappeared

well swell

So my life may be tragic

Oh tell

So my life might be sad

I think I've gone mad

no longer can tell

on whether the wether is weathering well

I may have gone mad

my voice has a tune

so I'm singing all of my thoughts all alone

I may have gone mad

I may have gone mad

Don't allow people to call you sane or

normal

don't allow people to say that your songs

bland

don't write something and never ever share

it

Because otherwise you're not that wise I must surmise

it's true

I am

going apart

it's a start

of my new age

Maybe I'm old

maybe I'm young

it's just a stage

of life

I'm sorry

but I'm

going to submit

when I'm done

It's a little weird

and so am I

do not misunderstand

the meanings at hand

the music was aband-

-ed

do not misunderstand

the love that i give

the hate that i show

thats

not

as real

as you think

do not misunderstand

this has no direction

it has information

do not misunderstand

what people may follow

they fall in the hollow

of

your

words.

I know that you are the way you are because you were never your mother's son.

So I will nurse you, and hold your body bare, and allow you to suck the calcium from my bones.

I will allow your teeth to tear my flesh, and I will allow you to feast on my entrails.

And I too will search for a father in places he should not be found.

And yet, I still welcome death.

My sorrows, pains, yearnings still reside deep within me and yet,

I still welcome death.

Unsaid words try to claw their way out of my forcibly zipped mouth and yet,

I still welcome death.

My bruises are no longer a scar on my future but rather, a mark from my past.

And yet,

I still welcome death.

My conscience has matured and my mind reels at the recalling of their actions but yet,

I still welcome death.

Stuck between life and death, grief and acceptance, worry and relief I wonder...

Do I still welcome death?

just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious

arduous attempt at alphabetically

arranging atrociously ambiguously

absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,

bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,

bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting

bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,

boasting bougainvillea background.

Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap

chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,

chafed centenary, codifies communication

cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably

cheerful college coed.

Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,

doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood

descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring

dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,

deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor

Demento double, declaring depraved

daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck

derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.

Eccentric, edified English exile,

effervescent, elementary, echinoderm

eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,

etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional

emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,

eschatologically entranced, elongated

elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,

effectively experiments, emulates epochal

eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,

exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting

emphysema.

Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative

flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,

fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,

felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,

flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,

faceless, feckless, financially forked,

foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled

feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,

fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs

"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating

fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.

Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,

goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,

genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,

gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,

garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,

gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic

giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy

gewgaw gazing gesticulating guy,

geographically generically germane,

gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,

guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns

ginning gumpshun.

Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,

haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,

hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely

hackneyed, heathen, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,

hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,

Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic

heterosexual Homo sapiens historical heirloom,

homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.

Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic,

idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,

irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,

ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,

insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble

itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating

immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted

inside igneous intrusions immensely

imperturbable improbable.

Jovial jabbering jinxed January jokester

just jimmying jabberwocky

justifying jangling jarring juvenile jibberish

jubilantly jousting jittering

jazzy jawbreaking jumble

justifying, jostling, Jesus;

junior jowly janissary joyful Jekyll

joined jumbo Jewess jolly Jane;

jammed jello junket jiggled

jeopardized jingled jugs.

A bullet to my head

though it would never work

tell humans I'm a demon

though what would that do?

Or maybe change my face

so I'm not attractive

fake my death!

wait that's something no one would believe

read all the divorce papers

that you could disappear

the family will all scoff at me

and my "humanity"

maybe I will eat you

like Zeus! from long ago

but that would never do

for you can't turn that small

I could destroy my brain

with all of this thinking

oh all the things i'd do

just for me to leave

the first time

she was young

and for a moment

we talked

about nothing

but flowers

two years more

she told me

her name's jean

and that she

hated outfits

with the color yellow

I lost track

until she

popped up

and said that

she was tired

of seeing me

another time

she said that

she would make

sure she would

not see me

until the end

a year after

her distraught

I told her

we can't stop

and that she

keeps dying

her second time

before her last

she told me

"Death I know

It's a curse

I will end"

Her last time

way too young

she did

I talk to street lamps

I talk to stop lights

I sometimes talk to signs

I talk to my dog

I talk to the walls

I sometimes talk to my floor

I talk to plants

I talk to the sky

I even talk to me

I talk to words

I talk to papers

I try to talk through them

I talk a lot

but never much

to people.