there is no enlightenment
it’s just someone who is thirsty enough to suck down
syllables someone else has said
i haven’t been writing lately
either that or i’ve been lingering in the need to write
oh, can only an unsuccessful writer
writing the bulk of his writing
before he was the center of unwanted attention
no one ever mentions jack wrote volumes in obscurity
searching for definitions of purity
in a world that would worship shit
if it shared even a shadow of its fame
but jack was just trying to find jack
in the final act of all’s well that ends well
please keep your proper positioning of pronouns
i’m a clown pretending to be a jester
while all the inner innards fester
so i can hide in degrees of separation
everyone’s running around engaged in preparations
preparing for the meaning preparation will present
but i have no sermon for the vermin
licking the overflow of butter churning
i just need you to put away your tools for fixing
all the salvation your serving
is so goddamn fucking unnerving
is a urinal filled with piss
i don’t have the strength to tell you
your delusional illusion you think is lemonade
i’ve accepted that all acceptable is a shade that fades
in the light of knowing what you believe
is what you need to believe right here right now
and i just can’t abide those who hide
in the stalemate of thoughts you were given years ago
created a parrot who needs only to squawk to balk
my need to stretch and create new
neural pathways by not staying in the
comfort of the solidarity of communal surety
you heard once and is now your mantra
i’m politely telling you to shut the fuck up
i don’t want you around if you can’t handle
that this is where i am today on my way to
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