Inked deranged lines years in development
keep reading your getting closer, ha, feint
he's a nice hopeful guy, almost a normal saint
flip it and write with grit teethed salivating hate
listen for the second guess, the upstanding debate
and this heart's sealed, laminate encased, as clear viewed bait
to entice the only fate I know, remembrance, mental derangement
mindful rearrangement, living high though I sleep in the basement
a sleeping bag with the zip on the outside, my anxious management
strapped chest, brain a neuronic mess, mindless is my moronic nest
feeling below I can write with a hint of jest for cockroaches make nice guests
turn the light on they leave, hide no seek, I'm at my best
so god bless this mess, it's just too bad that in the dark they pest.