Your head is numb
You suck your thumb
Taste the air
Taste the fun of being dumb
The void is filling your eyes
With beautiful, blank worlds
Go swallow some
Try not to fall asleep again
Send information to your brain
So you can crack your skull, crack and cocaine
Crackers for breakfast, darling
Water biscuits full of nothing
Spread on them butter, singing, dancing
Waving goodbye your long days
Face to face to maze to face
Left, right, up and down the stairs
Meet your boredom, play musical chairs
Words and swords and words are
5 step down your brain
Nothing's left
Nothing's left but nothing's stare
You've been squeezed out of ideas
You've got no rhymes left to wear
Poet lemonade
Mephistopheles' arms are warm
You can burn out your irrational fears
There's a certain charm to it
Almost like music to my ears.
YOU ARE READING
Necker Cubed Brain.
PoetryFinished! About: Three-dimensional feelings messing with my brain and with yours too. Take a bowl of alphabet soup and let's drown in there together. Enjoy
