Clouds express freedom

staring attentively at a wall
not a trivial detail can be found
not even an imperfection in the paint
no outlets where I can plug in a TV screen
to give me what I want to see
to tell me what I want to be
left with mind games, hop scotch thoughts
hopping like frogs from "this is it" to "this is not"
from "I need this" to "I can do with out"
perverse brain waves ripple through flesh
nothing but tits, ass, and dick sucking lips
feminine figure imagined perception
forgot to add a personality, oh well
done and dry, emptied out the engine
hallucinate a reflection, analyze the problems
like how a lazy ass trash can
can't empty out it's self, can't sort out
what can be recycled and what should be
thrown to the burning pile of calendars
unsure of what was, what is, and what's
no longer so, running out of time to figure out
what will be, maybe the clock is ticking with
no purpose in mind, it just ticks just to tick and
it will tick until the batteries say otherwise
and when it does, will I realize that I've turned gray
before heaven open it's gates? Will I express horror
through a wrinkled face before I forgive Eve for eating
that fucking apple? It's these hop scotch thoughts
which tear brain matter at the vertical seam
ripped apart, at the point where red and green lights
can't agree, staring attentively at a wall
summing it all up with nothing but a sigh
carrying it all with me up a nearby hill
trying to be a cloud in a blue sky