“Asphyxiation”

 
I Wrote a piece and it was something that  went like this:
Not to  sound egotistical but Freudian circumstances alike
out of the either the fuck the either god damn it.
Phones ring with guitar rings from the dual pickups
And sounds of spittoons and cigarette butts.
With the others’ looks and ‘ship of win-winns;
Dreary sided eyed looks that are nothing of
The best intentions, and or the worst to come
Mind racing without the straight face of coherence
How do you describe knot no-ing what to do.
Two nails each for the pieces that deserved

Only to keep repetition with overgrown nails
Fingers that are idle and of the works that are.
Few that is the way or completely worthwhile
Buddha palms that extinguish the flames
Siblings’ callous and works of the art
Rose red embers’ flame that meanders
Gives little to the current circumstances
House that holds the safety and vortexes
Nothing but observations to behold.
Complications due to duality’s complication
Left here to contemplate

Why try?

It is the only way