Scatterbrained

The panic,

sweeps the rings.

Eyes are freezing,

the sensation deadening,

coats the coconut.

Orifices are bleeding,

greasy slugs with dimensionally impossible hammers,

they're all pounding the w***e next door.

The chiropractor is masturbating to the sound of you crying,

so am I,

so is God.

The sand isn't sand it's yeast infection,

the emptiness isn't empty, it's just common sense,

the isn't isn't isn't it just is.

Don't look at me I'm dancing,

don't talk to me I'm not you.

Elastic rhinos dining intertwining,

whining about how they can't pick up forks,

sitting in the middle of a ping pong game,

song singing to the pain of ping pong ball to the brain.

Don't touch me I'm peeing and sometimes I get nervous,

so quaint the service,

urine on a Mexican circus.

Why are you crying?

Don't cry it makes me have to pee again,

f**k, there's not another circus for 12 miles.

Now I have to hold my piss,

but piss is hard to hold it's liquid;

like jobs, except those are dry.

Why must you still cry?

if you don't stop I'm pissing in your eye.

I'm not here, feel better now?