Fragmentation.

I never usually rhyme in my poetry, but here's a deeper look into my brainbox

- Isolated completely in a moment

like a black coffee confession �"

An irrelevant, self-righteous, casual schizophrenic

with the monumental and insignificant

movements of thought

Stand still for the trendy manic depressive fashion

through this opinionated street philosophy �"

the hearsay and conjecture of samples and cut-ups;

the murder weapon for judge and jury

painted on canvas;

my reflection’s in the glass as my ink is on paper

Just a binary code of documentation

on intoxication screaming silently

a mind drugged, awakened to my inspiration and desperation

Electric flesh of cause and effect cash;

my text messages forged out of sympathy

Bus rides and scarlet letters

in pointless foreign languages

the disguises and scripts �"

cigarettes and flies are heroes and villains

This digital nonsense of suicide notes

scribbled in greeting cards;

Watching TV on sleepless nights with a lack of sex;

for over the influence, I am dead weight regrets

holding razor blades and burning dictionaries

For all my decades �" won’t you please notice these

carefully chosen

misleading words...

F**k your art.

© [fm]

_Kîshethwa Meskwaki

Author's Note

Just a head's up, there's a cuss word. For those under the age of 18, don't repeat words you know are inappropriate for your age. Thanks.