Straightjacket Symphony

A poem that addresses the chaos of human interaction.

Filaments, time and time again
Ticking my tock with fullest stock
It seems his face has booked you
Elements, same and same again
Grandest nodes of basest modes
Not your kindest kind of kook
Moments, blame and blame again
Surely a dime flicked is not so sick
In the case of heads its suicidal
Maniacal, fantastical, detrimental...

WAIT

I’m not in form
Oh the form
The form, it tricks my thoughts
Finding you in that book you call torn
Maybe you should call
Damage can be deciduous
Call me
Call me on the way
You just shot my...call!

WAIT

Form lost in the same time again
Don’t blame the joker my friend
Suicidal straightjacket as his muse
You made the call so ignorant of your abuse
It’s all the same my friend
Time and time and time
Again...

I’m waiting again