teepee.

I need an attempt to draw my self nearer.

naturally, I step to the mirror

only to hear

"Come with me,

where alarms clocks wont go off

where neighbors don't scoff at each self expression.

You could say I've learned my lesson and studied for this test,

Yet the answer thats best

is one grain of sand from the rest.

See, as the hair-based swallows nest 

                                                  gets kicked for a random jest 

we test dogs on their ability to speak.

 The control is weak when

the words that we squeak 

are a dead language.

And fitted with this anguish 

we settle, four lettered love

and gifts from above

that fit like a glove.

So, what are you seeking? 

your tattered ship-a-leaking

 your weak mind-a-meeking

 you've lost the control room.

I remember the day

i couldve sworn i dusted my broom

awaiting this doom

sweating barrels at high noon.

Yet for once,

I saw clearly

as lead missed the real me

that everything i held so dearly

was really

most nearly

a tumbleweed.

Now, too soon to free

readily 

I wait for We

in eternity.

with hopes that you will see 

the end of the apparent mystery

and start something new

old, borrowed, and blue

wed in the light of the sweet morning dew"

(Noting my inability to cope with reality, 

i saw it a mere formality that i yelled back to the personality...)

"Oh, and whats a crush to do as they spot the lush in you?

to walk on through?

how refreshing,

how new!

this...Chivalry!

what a thrill to see

another white knight on a horse

another preacher's voice

coarse,

growling obscenities like a drunken norse"

"What i mean, of course

is after three corks on the championship court

my humble retort

is the size of the fort 

doesn't matter.

What truly arose such a clatter 

were the walls tumbling down

as your gem-studded crown

fell fast and down

to drown

in the hems of your gown.

to shatter the gilded floor

paranoid Emperor, be paranoid no more!"

"Rather me a single thread

on the bed

where a wrinkled old god rests it's head

as leagues of the dead

jam it with unleavened bread?

Is that the destination?

after all this procrastination

and three hail mary's after each masturbation

and taking one to many lacerations

from the organizations

sister corporation,

to end my expensive education

my final fidgeting frustration

is to man my eternal battlestation

and learned when to bow?

if i have missed it somehow

show me now!

for all i see is golden cows,

lifetimes spent in torment 

to help pay the rent of a fat billionaire"

"There!

the glazed-over stare you wear payed your fair.

and now,

behind a veil so thin,

only now gnashing for oxygen

lies an ember.

A gift from the month of your splendor

a spark to remember

the flame you were born from"

"and how my heart beats like a drum

i will not succumb

I am

but a crumb"

"aye, but a crumb to a loaf,

and if i might add,

quite an oaf.

You argue to stall, 

i am but a wake up call

who dares to shake up all your 

crispy leaves.

i challenge you,

dance as the trees do,

hum like the bees do,

that is whats true.

that's the to do.

No witches brew

no incantations

years of vows to renew.

you'll see when you do,

you wait only for you."

and with that,

left i alone

with a mouthful of tongue

to chew.