Self meets I

Raging skeletons hibernating between
joyful zombies and decrepit antelopes.

I tipple off a mountain top,
 flying inside undiscovered regions of my own
minds eye.

I is for a ego fighting against it-self,
and subsequently devouring compassion
into a genetic transmutation of humanitarian goals.

I prattle with a stalker evaluating my ego
with a measuring cup built from
a tinted brass saxophone.

( The melody is distorted )

Shuffling poets ,
off beat job opportunities ,
Signal of the worm drums,
Throbbing sexual demons.....

Decay Decay Decay .