Techniques of Evasion

His mind had become a helter-skelter fridge corners of memories something like ancient sushi hung in a delicate savor those companions of wasabi memorabilia In borrowed trousers he would wander meandering the empty crowd chewing on amphetamines bubblegum with all the precision of the flayed he grated the organisms conundrum Graffiti splashed his T shirt messages of very little comfort the worlds intravenous of standard procedures dealing check in, check out he played with the scrabble game of doubt Hey how are you and what for are you well or with a pinching of salt pretend the world wasn’t anything more than you thought It comes and goes his philosophy of distraught in head sense a transformation of suspect verbs accompanied by silent irritation boxed inside a television and it’s peace of mind disturbs He wishes his name was Fred divulge hypnosis the chord of living dead there is no one left to know him any better than himself and now in salads life he sees it all really doesn't matter And his mind is a fabrication concoctions of a disorganized fridge just a cameras prediction of who he actually was a confounded collection saved and regarded with no other reason other than “because” Stretch your life together this is me crazy something else I shouldn’t be I can’t find for myself any category existence for a time in an unprescribed off center of my own insanity