My Leaf

I am an autumn leaf, dry and loud when stepped on. blazing bomb like napalm in 60's vietnam. santa clause shoved a present down a peasant throat present the choking children growing underwater tradition soaked. think tank. they rearrange brain lanes to one-way. see straight. mainframe caught glimpses of infinite. got coal in my stalkings, put them on and started walking. Fire bless each step with breath and bleach the earth of the poisonous. been writing since the tired kids got toys of electric mess for christmas. scheme for television dreams and phony wiring. Holding misers in my inscissors chewing out and smiling. hack the networks pirating a song of life compiling. Kids can hardly focus. Swarm piety folk like locusts. Tie hands to roots, my life the caboose energy locomotive of symmetry now I blow my horn to startle teens afraid of life outside a flat screen. All hail the ash king. Drunk off cow blood. Stinking mounds trickle down guts to meat heads. Free head in drunk beds see men pump seamen like seamen saving ships, buckets of liquid over the deck. Or was it dick? One noun begged a big difference. And I is a small world with a huge poetic hit list. Logistics fit physics literally key in lock seed in dirt, caged bird, heart shell, hatch and fly. sew hands together and patch bags on eyes. floating down a current of wind water and why? the questions burn midnight till fire alarms ignite. my metal tea kettle scream poetry like starlit whales sail songs into violet night while humans strangle nightingales. My day wrapped in distortion cause the way that i've been force fed and the feds chew the food before spitting it back at your head. How many times will I hold a peace sign that isn't literal and hope kids catch subliminal symbols and find their inner spiritual? Intelligence won't solve anything and that's a fact. So stop trying to be smart and start learning how to act. I'm a winter snowflake put me on your tongue and hydrate. soak my lips in paint to kiss this canvas until your mind shakes the can try your own graff. thimble on my thumb when sewing symbols. fickle generals weave missiles but my armor's made of mythril. don't mistake my mental kingdom as a citadel. and the teachers looked disgusted like inhaling smoke was killing self. well i know the earth while professionals know database and memorization and I still don't know myself enough to live my life basic. Ima' be complex shaking head while others bow. Alone amongst a crowd standing up as they all fall down. One by one means two and in between, birth of trinity. Hands blue and optics redeye jedi force for imagery.