Please kill me now or tell me what you want
please tell me how or fill my grave with taunt.
Factor in the elements of my long lost unbeing
factor in the gone and considered with everything.
In the out door and then to the empty front table
&
out the in door and then end the tall phony fable.
The nightmare of my unconsciousness is unbound
the cross i bare is chained to a soul that’s unfound.
Coincidence is as coincidence usually sometimes does
coincidence is not as random as this one once because.
dead beat poet 