But…
as if i walk on air
on an excursion
to Alladin’s cave.
Alienated!!
you remain…
to my
alpha & omega.
while
I run amok,
up the ANTE,
with an appeal;
to the Caeser,
THYSELF;
thinking;
you ld axe
apples to oranges,
and argue the toss
as an article of faith;
while my expectations
flame to ashes
and my ideas
all auctioned..
NUMB…

The ball of fire
behind the eight ball now;
stop ROLLING..
As the balloons go up;
the bare bones barred,
in a barrel of laughs
with a tender recoil
get a BEAD
on my existence
BEER and skittles!