~Fuzzy~ Logic

why
do you not
hear these pleas

to reflect
my state of ruin?

how is it
such words project

inflections
paradoxical?

then,
to hear them
paraphrased

with such aberrant
intonation

altogether bastardizing

every crux
of their intention

what
pray tell
of my expression

disinherits
its avowal

moving you
to mock its merit

feigning ignorance
most foul

that there would
exist displeasure

sourcing
from outside oneself

is by no means
any measure

yours
had thus been
duly shelved

Thoughts

my expression
airs profuse
ensnaring me
in silent noose
these ceaseless cries
of reckless poise
pen pointless vies
of restless noise
recycled prose
composed of pain
in spiral throes
bereft of shame
enmeshed in mire
moshing through muck
long since retired
from flying fucks
abundant piles
of errant swill
redundant guile
imperiled still
suffice to say
human am i
the price i pay
cannot deny
this truth unmoored
of my behest
a heart obscured
by art beset
but dare i say
i shall persist
for here allays
the impetus
to quash this voice
would surely gain
naught but the vice
of life’s abstain
so hear these words
but heed them not
for rest assured
they are but thoughts