Frivilous decadence follows the
T.V. and pumping iron orders the day.
Flippant, I stab my birthday cake
As my teeth ch-ch-ch-chatter.
My schoolish channels vent
As I remember what learning is for,
Whilst leaning over into the abyss.
My flapping thought skips a beat
When I remember, La vida es sueño.
The bite of the pill shudders
And my mouth is disillusioned
Chained to Segismundo.
Each swallow chases
A dream that fakes another.
Smile, fate is as real as this
Poem which is written in mid abstract.