So I wrote this with half a mind to have an idea it followed and some themes... if you can pick them out of the mess and pull out a message, kudos to you.
There begins- an overlap a
Cross-over
Between lands
Between the real
And
Imagined lands
Those fed to the human meal
A human consonant
Interrupting
The more melodious
Vowels
In our eternal harmony
“O!”
And this overlap is an overt lapse
A covert asp
In the form of
A sap
(me) couldn’t take this crap
As a condiment
A complement
Sediment precedent
To it’s death- so fast
Follow that?
The dream is weakening (summary!)
Enfeebled by weasels
In the media- no speed too high
To lie fast enough and
Crush
Me
And I’m a CD away from
Weasel Stomping Day
The weird yank paved the way
Untie the dyslexia/Dysflexia
Of an aging day
First word of thirty-two
To the switcher
A flicker from sterile-stasis-stagnase (a new Thriller) is
The required ace
I want to recreate
Rewrite the song
For less inconsonant wrong
More of the meat can be
Fleet lean
Mainstream dream
Don’t stuff yourself
With brackish health
I am a crossover rover loner owner, honer of donor phono-zoners
Whoa, no! Slow it
Stoke it, but too toke and stoat’ll bloat ya
We wanna fresh start
From the heart
Don’t rush
Flush’ll shush you
Come back
Crack the stack; switchback road straight
Take it spin it win it spit this wit and drown
That s**t
That made me start a war
Arachnid versus weasel; easel versus wheel and cogs
Lost track yet?
Here’s the lacked catch:
They play us, we spay ‘em
Spray with words
We’ll make the foundation
For a cross-over
Split their cribs and
Kill the dead
That's it
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