Brainspill: Poem splurt burst brain seepage

Riding the remorse horse packed with boney dreams of brittle offerings fallen to the ground broken into bits they hardly make a sound

And you forget your dreams if you let them slip through loose fingers never holding tight the passing of a life.

And too much time is wasted sitting at a screen making false connections it’s never as it seems.

Get along little doggy make it home before dark don’t get lost in the forest or get hit by a car.

Honing skills of madness figuring it out the days are going faster and nothing is out loud.

Internal head trips daily diving deep toward depths of nonsense they keep filling up your days.

Past due outdated soft wear body scales are molting time to shed your skin the time is getting closer and its time to due you in.

Done did it gone get it fast as you can ain’t gonna happen ever again.

Game over game over you lose out my friend you slept through your life and now you must meet your end best friends like forever till death do you part and death is the maiden You swore on your heart.

-a.j.m.