Longer Poem

It all swells in my stomach like fat amerikan apple
The waiting
Waitingwaitingwaiting
The sun ,a floral gesture,
Taken aback by the millions of consumed mirrors
While we space out the gray each night
Youth is only as is appears in this dream now
For  each anatomy of moment becomes shadows
don’t look back, Yesterday engraved and innate,
Today, Now, castrated in old bob dylan visions
I am finally young Now,
Scraping off the anti age on my ass, I pluck off a renewed sad melody, off brain that “looks out damp, black windows, your insight is homeless and unscrewed”
          Everything is found as it is, viral and well-generated,
            Pass                          on                        by.
But I’m sad and bored of today and tomorrow
When is the next dose of mindshit? I cannot sleep, I’ve become rotten, my celluloite has turned into wrinkles, and the fear is all in the next day, and the next day,
So
You
Grip it all beneath dancing coffins
And lend it to me
I forget to give back just all the pieces to you,
I don’t dance in my sleep that much.
          Currently sitting by obese wanderings of dead remedies,
The additional line was confirmed formally by oceanic minds of dry-skinned Men
I see the parallel like cereal box nostalgia.
The waiting
Waitingwaitingwaiting