Ultimate Mental Long Game

The isolation
has been nothing short
of enlightening.

Four joints in and sleep eludes me.
Wine, where is my wine.

It wasn't a butterfly that
broke from the cocoon
but a monster.

Monster. A hideous thing
an anything at anytime an anyone.

What lurks behind you?

In my window peers a possum,
such a toothy grin.
He cant come in but I'll toss him
some food.

Grapes of wrath that dangle above me
and that fox from Aesops Fables,
Anisa spins a web in my mind,
it's a work of art only I can see.

Where is sleep?

10 pillows and they're all in the floor
I prefer to lay flat on my back with
arms out and feet spread slightly
like that dude, Da Vinci had drawn.

It always comes back to art, it is what
made life in the first place, a great
imagination and fucked sense of
humor.

Jokes, I have a millon of them, yet not
one person that I feel worthy of
bestowing them upon.
My favorite are the "what do you call
a guy with no arms or legs".

What do you call a guy with no arms
or legs hanging on your wall?
ART!

See it always comes back to art.

The brain likes to paint and it isn't
always a pretty picture.


Watercolors bore me because they run.
Oil takes longer to dry and it stays
blendable longer.

I like shit that blends.