Well he collapsed with
Stevens-Johnson syndrome
on the ER floor
Panic attacked
anaphylactic and ataxic
Well the way
he spun his butterfly
risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends
in his synapses
And the method with which
he recycled his humors
Trojan horse'd his
blood-brain barrier
and raised the LD-fifty yes yes
And through flight-or-fight
revelation shame
the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town
and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason
in a Kevlar baby-blue tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers
flesh and fiberglass and flowers
Ego a mosquito
evil incarnate/good incognito
Pops placebos for libido
screaming bless the torpedoes
For what
For what
For what it's worth
If it was gonna kill you
boy it would have by now
For what
For what
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back
it's looking up or looking down
Well he was wearing
stolen rubber shoes
and wrapped a poison ivy noose
around his Lotus jugular
when they came
Well they found him with a map
to every victim of his love
and a tattoo of a blue jay
on his face
And they waited for
his vital signs to lie
and let a flatline cry
a hymn out in Hungarian harmonic
But he cocked his noggin
through his stoma
sang For Auld Lang Syne
Happy birthday to the succulents
I'll die your hydroponics
His rib cage was a hornet's nest
palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve
a Turk's head knot
an axle hitch a Carrick bend
He wondered if
Christ-Consciousness
would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehen au revoir
he gripped his wits
right by their ends
For what
For what
For what it's worth
If it was gonna kill you boy
it would have by now
For what
For what
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back
it's looking up or looking down
Hello welcome
Why don't you take a seat
Get comfortable relax
Take a second if you need to
Now what's bothering you
Well why don't we start
at the beginning
Growing up
how was your relationship
with the fundamentals
of conscious existence
Did you have xenon orchid sinews
spilling down the outer center
of your blooming
Escher/Mandelbrot head
And how about
claustrophilic tendrils
clapping caskets closed on
seven-knuckled thumbs
did you get along well
with the Gideon Bugler
pineal glands your projector eyes
casting sci-fis
on your STR'd strands
Tell me about your nerve
to steal nerves of steel
from under Bacchus' bloody nose
Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you
your ears pierced
with a Phineas Gage flagpole
Did you die before your day
Thursday traction
Tuesday titration
My hope is to assess
through my objective report
of your subjective conjecture
whether this proprietary blend
of expertise and seasoning
works as well
as this transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics
Got a better idea
It's about the best
we could come up with
What you think
ideas spread because they're good
No they spread
because people like them
So here we are once again
holding as it were a mirror
up to your mirror
I guess it's just
something people do
A bloody knife
to split your infrastructure
wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well you mainline your animus
karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better
than this your modus operandi
Causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true
when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do
but something sick inside
Lithium and dialectics
boy you really is defective
CBT don't seem effective
for that Cluster B accept it
Offer up your innocence
Please ignore the side effects
You've lost your mind
and almost lost your life before
so you'll be fine
For what
For what
For what it's worth
If it was gonna kill you boy
it would have by now
For what
For what
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back
And why would you want
to look back
I mean it's no good looking back
So try to look forward now
For what
For what
For what it's worth
If they were gonna get you boy
they would have by now
For what
For what
For what it's worth
There's no more looking back
it's looking up or looking down