Bits, Pieces, and the Old You

I’ll write in the vibe of Finnegan’s Wake

It’s not like my madness

But it’s done for its sake

I see connections in pieces and bits

“I like her body and I like her tits.”

No chemistry, semblancy, no relief; Have mercy!

It’s all in the mind just like Grover and Percy

She acknowledged my words

But her silence was painful

I like my God but it’s not fully gainful

I feel the grinding start behind my cheeks

Panic’s overwhelming and I couldn’t speak!

I was free after I got my highschool diploma
And his disapproval was a disgusting aroma

“I liked the old you better…”

What a cunt thing to say!

Singing and languages from the same source I pray

I’ll make something out of my earlier madness

Every tear that I cried from my earlier sadness

Is put in a jar and frozen forever

And for every one will be born a treasure

I can’t describe how I long for revelation

And wisdom and honor

And tender sensations

What’s first hidden then becomes televised

Healing the lame while I open blind eyes

God, I wish she was near one with Christ!

And the sad fact is that I can’t stop this vice!

My conversations with my mother improved a bit

She said “Blame your father; I can’t be blamed for it!”

My mother said

 “Yeah, I’ve heard those dirty jokes when I was in college

… just gotta make do with what you got…”

Get back into gaming; GTA or build a Minecraft cottage?