poem 257 of a poem a day for 2012

I’m your packaged gum

afraid of being leads

to adaptive skin

reflective shine

camouflaged eyes

chained to peanut machines

and one trick rat maze reward systems

this is why I keep all

my fattening quick witted clever

with so many hats on

it has made me 

stark raving mad

a lunatic driven fire

burning every edge

of reason I can

before I realize

how many people

cut themselves looking in

I race with matches

pouring the gasoline

of language manipulation

in a spoken, written limber

of the velvet silences

that wade the tides

near the pounce of more please

may I just have more

No, I don’t think

I’m a good poet

just an incorrigible one

a lover of chaos

laughing at myself

until the crowd wanes

and the empty finds me

crying to be not

so afraid to be understood

so I seek every kind

of nurturing lust I can

to feed my mind

figuring my body

was meant to abused

by madness and

the assuredness

of words that protect

the fast half-life 

of my heart

as my soul steals away

in cryptic surreal imagery

no one has an easy time

wanting me past

the flavor of that

first chew

EJR ©