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

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