Open
He breaks his skin open
more akin to a carapace
than skin
Drink to my sin
where do I begin
to melt away
Milky Way not
here this day
I'm shattered
into the sea of shadows
Drinking in the empire of shadows
I've only seen this before
His skin is broken open
Follow me to the ending
Yours in something else,
Count Robot
Fell
A star fell out of his back pants pocket last night as he flowed his way home through the neon swept rainfall which offers no warmth to the sleeping ground and every sound is a laugh track to the sodden image of the rundown to your residence in the sundown estates where all the stars fall out of your pocket but they light the way
Night does not have to slay the day.
Yours in words,
A Rural Road
The lizard of circumstance
demands you to prance
in a non-geopolitical stance
Moose flossing
with candy crossing
is the fly way to
your inner most buy way
A festival of garlic art
inside or being part
and particle of a
mulch mart
An insubstantial semi-solid bear
is barely there
If this poem is a joke
it just broke
Yours in dumb poetry,
Count Robot
