I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

Sweating out my self destruction
day by day,
I somehow keep myself young.
Play and play and play and play......
Considering Freud and Jung.
Doors and windows everywhere,
exits posted here and there....
and hunger on the tongue.
Hunger on the tongue.

I'm afraid the chronically polluted eventually
become pollution'
not even a convoluted resolution,
but a mass of 'demise' begetting demise.
begetting demise begetting demise...
Noisy soul sucker and antithesis of Zen.
Like a tucked up diaper from a redneck's car window
or sharpie ink on cardboard.