Cracketry

No updates here, just a fresh batch of sugar coated crackpot poetry:

Glued and Imbued

obliterated into the seemingly impregnable mesh of life,
we are bandana wearing cacti riding surfboards to the center of the magma- universe
we are individually packaged,
we are continuously mismanaged,
and yet we still try to walk on water
only to splash in a pool of hungry acid.

scions of later entities bruised from slated enmities,
shitting on racetracks to watch it spray on the gazeless audience
we are the incontrollable control
and the sentence-washers for dirty wordsmen

oh what a propitious sedition against the nebulous one,
chagrined by the unwanted cynosure provoked amidst mucus-dusted breath,
we are the digerati, the sybarites, the living panache of unmistakable boredom
our meetings plenary, our personas haughty, as we chew on our iguana-ka-bobs

the innocuous blade that delves deep into our frosty thick skin,
the tumultuous eyes quiver and fart
and we dance under tarps sedulously
to edify our faulty programmed insignificance

now please excuse me while I defenestrate my shoe.