Backyard Chronicles
I can hear my thoughts peak
with every heart beat.
It's as if every other syllable
was designed to keep
id and super ego
at odds
in order to keep
my ego inline.
my tongue
slips with time
my dreams have visions
that seem so obscene
my success should be
rated quadruple X,
but I digress
I think a thought
then have big bang
moments, so that
I predict the future
while time is happening
And I haven't even
performed
acts of baby making yet
So any child
seems like an illusion
but I always arrive
at a futuristic conclusion
Goal birther
My word, my seed
my silence, a promise
My plead, I can close
my eyes and see
so many unbelievable things
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