perplexi

Intrigued by the utterly ridiculous

so happy, almost too much and masks mean nothing to you, as yours is already collecting spiders and dust under a mattress; probably keeping all the other setbacks you have discarded and disregarded company.
and hiding behind these glasses, hearing obscenities, inner voice laughing like hell; it's just too spontaneous to understand- it all is
what'cha doing? leads to astonishment leads to scrambles leads to fear leads to shutting the valve leads to shutting the future
lying is easier, but not as fun
trying to grate the ears make it stick- another idiosyncrasy- stuck until I'm covered in post-its like a tar and feathering with honey and petals, it stays and grows on you
grows on you until the aroma has dulled the senses enough to go numb- numb whenever you're near
love gives you wings, but don't take a flight with you
loved by all, forcing denial on others; unbeknownst to you, the one who confounds this naive sense of self
mock sleep- both captivating and amusing. so beautiful. why? who the hell knows, don't question logic. nice to see that's what it's turned into.
red. what-cha doing? wondering how something so bizarre could be so perfect. -oh inner voice, if you wreaked such havoc...; the truth is thrilling, but lying is painless. you're still etched, however. gaining wine's most treasured quality, i hope you season well.
same question every morning. same answer every morning. take this away, tear open the void why don't you? alas, my tunnel forged of spoons travels to the depths and when the white hot heat stings, everything is clear.
dammit. dammit. dammit.
ba-dump.
what?
ba-dump.
why?
ba-dump.
how?
ba-du- oh hell with it.

que sera, sera.