I Am At the Part of Unfortunate Decision

i am at the part of unfortunate decision fake flowers in hand and a dusty prayer hesitation has a cup of warm pintos with country ham with me i am the defiant source of a sticky glue's periodic periodical nothing else matters for i make myself inanimate precious memories are pickled in a jar of overtly potent vinegar i am a lost soul feeling frigid in a deserted desert foundation windchime sandstorms bully me with its unevenly rhythmic syncopation since becoming an unbalanced liar, i have become a role model for truths untold i never thought that my ice box character presentation could be so calmly bold i have been zombie with a bad case of bubbleguts ever since that morning of "the circle ride" i am at the part of unfortunate decision heavy exhalation standstill experimenting with a lever similar to a disoriented h. george wells