Delerium of Passion

Jesus, back on the trail Arms flail, knees rebound Stomach crunched I've got a hunch to escape Equipment lodged through my brain The rotary club Is not worth fighting With feet shuffled on pavement If only, if only I could speak with meaning Engage a dialogue I may not be too prophetic But continuously lost Wanderlust, what to do When only nature Strives to be honest- This delerium of man made pain Driving me into gravesites Take my bones and rip them out Utilize all the gristle Anything is better Than this hiccup city Half-way binging on feeding tubes And colorful plastic morgues All items stocked on the shelf