Like mediation – I must fake it till I make it
Go grab the gun and get the pencil sharpener
Put the gun inside the pencil sharpener
turn the thing.
Throw a hot shot at the dome called his cranium.
Am I making any sense, like an eclipse inside a stadium?
Peering out the window I see Earth at a distance
Imagine the Detroit Lions playing the Detroit Pistons.
Go get the space heaters and turn them on all at once
Imagine ejaculating onto the glass of a storefront.
Like baby powder, you sniff me fresh
Like a fallen angel, I’ve been blessed
Red gloves on my crime-doers
Take a tick or two to think of you
Was Jesus suicidal?
Drop whatever you is doing
And die clean.
I am wearing a navy blue American Eagle hoodie.
Put on gloves like the damnation eternal
Am I making any sense, like ducking under a hurdle?