Submissions by deadlead

I demolish, acknowledged poets in royal carnage
astonished abolished flow with no sarcophagus
coughing kids cant match a stick an light a splint
with no fumes in the oxygen blowing up
am I using nothing less than helium

Ceilings bent on the spark of a block of flint
turn the decibels up and let it start to get defining
evident how I disperse the harmonic rinse
it minced into each one bar of your cage o ribs
definably definite...

I designed the pence rewrote the tense
so I can sign the pens of heads with lead
to silenced them in...

He sleeps so sound in his bed,look at him
laying his head on his pillow case hands tucked under his chest
I'm here.....but then who the hell is in my bed?! am I dead?  

its mealy a dream I guess, How is it possible to watch myself rest?
But now that I think of it, I'm not really asleep-staring down at him from the top corner of my room as I had perceived

was it a dream?
no, not such vivid imagery,what does it mean?can anyone tell me?
wait that cant possibly be me! or maybe it was, or maybe it is,
or maybe my soul has left again and now I'm a wisp
...