Today, I'm making these
peices fit,
Like resin melting together into a unified whole,
Mechanical Dysfunction, and I'm empty now,
Broken down and drained,
Derailed, destitute,
dialated eyes
drill through common
social graces,
caught in stasis,
electric free - bases,
blank friendly faces,
with suprised frowns,
like I'm a dirty,
homeless clown,
unhappy,
broken down,
wretched and
dirty brown.
I'm not all here,
yet there's nothing to fear,
I'm running in
circles around an empty house,
abandoned and cold,
lonely, and
uncomfortable in the solitude of it's own thoughts.