In the Grim Stupor Of Darkness
In the grim stupor of darkness
It hinders the slipping thoughts
Of my mental universe
As I scream the flops
For the ratchet
Of self propelled dollops
Of refined thought
I clatter in words
Of fresh brewed morning
With poetry infested eyes
As I gravitate in mind structures
I scatter my mind cells
And pertain
Unuttered illusions
