Let this first be understood

this is not a cry for help

but merly a consoldation

of thoughts

I welcome all

to my house of mirrors

here is a bottle of windex

and a riddle

what cant be found in the middle

enjoy the journy

hands and arms in the car’s please

its been a rollercoaster

of afterthoughts

should have, would have’s could have’s

 and what not’s

my stomach is torn

in knots

i rip every intesntinal thread

as cautios as a banderillero

my ribs beg for mercy

enlcosing the casam

of spartic spasams

that dictact more word

than action

and i apoligize

to anyone I have ever

tried to sell anything to

the goods wernt good enough

the fruit wasnt ripe

or the milk already spoiled

there is a plant

that grows twenty feet tall

and blooms once

every decade or so

The corpse flower

is the murdered translation

and fittingly so

as the aroma

is that of rotting flesh

that turns nose’s

for miles

disrupt , disturb with intoxication

always be drunk

Baudlare , you misrable flower

by now you must have

bumped into the wall a few times

this is a house of mirrors

lets not stray to far

that was only the incline

decend downwardly

into two parts fear

complimented with a dolop

of excitment

and its all twist and turns

wether to burn out

or fade away

I am not trying to convey

a rainy day

you want a soviner

but I would rather you walk away

and be geatfull

that your thankfull

it’s on me

you dont have to pay

I sold you a house of mirrors

and delivred a roller coaster

My mistake.