if it's too broke
don't fix it
pick apart the problems
put the pieces on exhibit
see, my pen breathes & bleeds
because my heart beats too afraid
mistakes made into art
in an attempt to trick my trade
a steady fade away from focus
on the flaws that frame this feeling
fact lacks the impact that makes
fiction so appealing
and an admission's less revealing
(w)rapped in a rhymer's guise
private parts don't rank so major
when they've been generalized


All diameters specified,
and written compositions
from those passed who testified
Limbs encased, and set aside
Windows to the hell inside,
The clash of when my pen collides
Among bass lines of hearts beating
Diseased seedlings dreaming
Screaming poems from tree leaf
doused in pen ink that compose
a foes defeating.
Clear and vivid harmful images,
enthroned in tablets depicted
in words fallen slowly
from my sickened grips
deadly when in melody
Unless steadily,
released in increments