Needy Night

In needy nite I pray the hardest, as I walk I am a cloud on the run, a faceless gasp awaits my every twist of the tongue- it is here, in the sun, where we are rung, when we are fun and enjoyed in a lump some… Being in heat is such grave emotion- such that I estrange from just to be different, to be alien, in every absorbing encounter... But the leak becomes pensive the more I devour. Being it monster or beast, I define things in a shower, because the later you start to lead, the more you will scowl, but at the dangerous dock, I cower, break nose, and invent a stare, doing it for the weed, and for the pair, family is walking and talking but I remain out-there, on drugs- and totally bear. So where to go-there? On page, with glasses and hair? It's 4:20 pm and I'm awake and infrared, implosive, and scared of catching a chair, upside down, with a nose and a stare- will I or will I not be out-there? Is the question to be impaired, because now I have care, for many years I have prepared- ...coming in a jump, I am going to leap, into the song, and sing lead.