Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephone
Be what only you can see, a curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile, never blink..never smile
Sees itself in nothing much
A skeletal emotion push
The dropping ladder of crucifixion
Of crooked eyes. one green one blue
a mongoloid gaze
A "never had" a "never will"
In the syringe being pushed through
The leverage that pulls it over
Is dropping into the moot...a sinking boat
The pressure brings it up...then down
Slumped over...unrising
the dank seasons are controlling
