Fantasy connections

Webs of solid thought are spun
For each line that begins at one end, another stops
Patterns form from pointed repetition
Its maddening
Form fitted shoulders never brush arms
No wild uproots or familiar interjections
I hope to catch a wizard in flight
Once caught, the struggle begins
When the pieces form the final picture I find that they always win
My web is lousy in its inception
Rife with fantasy connections

felt pathetic and alone

TRO

works due

my thoughts are villains
im a trifling cunt
startling fun performed before frightening stunts
stopping the high is a farce not understood,
runts, littering the boondocks in the woods,
fae like, stay right, pay life, toll was took
time left close to none, stood numb,

limits feel no love,
be the dove, free above,
free falling through seas, winds, the breeze is calling,
fuck shit, gotta get these hauling,
runt catching, stunt progress come crawling
start the hard work, shift to twerks, lurk lurk lurk
burp, the grub was yum

scattered mind clatter my, saturn might,
wait fuck, no work ethic
swerved into first setting
fantasies are letting, if i were betting
i’d best let the getting get worse worse
work undoing the looming doom
but dude its due, rrrrr untold dreams bloom

screw it open, wounds are too far, lune quack hacks say i
in play time, stay fine, but the work time is different,
i live less, show disinterest, mind plays diff meants,
relentless friend of mine, get bent, oh villain of mine
oh my oh my, runts and i always come out alive

WHY THE FUCK AM I WRITING THIS? I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE LITERALLY YESTERDAY. FUCK ME

TRO