The best introduction

I write short poems because i work short poetry like a short ranged fighter jet or something 

That's why i feel like i'm entitled to this really long introduction that contains vital but uninteresting information 

Like breathing 

I think i may just breathe to you this next piece and let you squirm in your seats like some silly sadist reaching over

The crowd in my mind full of curved wits like knives ready a cut me the fool 

Cut me and pool the bleded words I could a sworn held more of an impact than a breath

But because i value your time and maybe even value my blood I'll throw this next like a spacecar ramped up to huperdrive

Ripping all the shits you never give alive

And maybe even haunt you as i take a seat by you on the floor

And try to ignore the cheers or jeers and beers that i feel perfectly old enough to drink goddammit!

I take kindly to the sidetrack but ne'er quite before have i surfaced this much plated gold shit to purpose as a pre-performance wit 

Now, understandably, we're all sick of it 

So here it goes:

My poem:

....

Fuck

Blanche

The yellow covers our only love

Covers our only soul

And covers our only sight

Of this magnified mystified mastery

Whose heart has slipped out

The footsteps I should hear

Stay suspiciously near

To that place never here

Even blue can't seem to hold its hue

As if we all jumped ship 

And any remaining 

are the lasting receptors

That we couldn't eliminate by maiming

The heat I should be feeling

Takes to a mountainous sheer

Of fear and weary reeling

Against absolutely nothing

Blackbeat brightness

Why don't I stay up all night? If all I would enjoy by the light lives in bronze and scintillation that's sheer enervative sensation

All much too awful o describe by a hive striving deadly to stay alive through our own contamination flooding forests burning nations in my mind and everything at everything's signed off to the divine that I can't truck with in the daytime but in this catacomb of ways I find much more than men of days and haze 

I find a charcoal-blackened maze

Fit to fill me 

As it may

Tunnels

Sometimes I wish I could stay in the tunnel forever

Then I might forage my way
To the deep that is the heights
Of my fantasy's arrangement
Where else do I go
When the sun seems so silty

I could hone a comfort place
Full of Innocence pertinence
In the succulence of space
Caught trapped
Invited to Dine
Dine in low light salty light
Reverie

By the tunnels that neither promise nor defeat
Our ignorant upbeat

Vested vex

Above me streams a valley

Beside me streams a valley

Below the valley even mocks

Deadly

Accurate

Close

The mockery shoots to pin me

To my planetary isolation

They think they've bested me

As I shrivel into a

Valueless vacuum 

I track myself to the back again

Vision panes on plated plains

Never to release

They have bested me

But Wait until I explode

Character

King character

Cool as the copper

Cradle by crying

Flames forged in

Fruitful features

Fermented on 

Changling chimeras 

Of wit and willful Cunning 

caring For nothing but nimble

Numeration 

Cancellation 

And incarceration

Of the feeble feelings 

That figure the frailty

Into a flurry of faults

Here he hums

Abright as anthems

To the tingling taste 

Pooling the pious 

Into a praying paste

And rolling the ripe

To hear him heal

The very source of the caine

With inebriate pain