Weakness

It's gonna be weak with days and nights.
that make up a month. 
and breaks into years. 
Latent with fears. of rejection and tears.
 midnights a fright. 
Sleep blooms dark gloom. 
sweep up the right sight of the kite.
 in to the flowing illustrious tornado's plight. 
doomed in a vicious spiral, cut to shreds we all can't sleep in our beds. 


I choose tails. life lands on heads. 
distinguished young acrobats balance books and life on a tight rope.
 ride unicycles on one track. as their minds evolve on multiple choices. 
a b c d their tests are not for me.
 life's not a spelling bee, 
where hives hang atop the trees 
with sorry drones out over seas
 with honey dripping anarchy. 
the sweet sound of liberty
 the bitter taste of alchemy.
 a somber form of charity. 
we can't expect much more from me. 
the bird inside his sacristy. 
a cage with halls of blasphemy 
damned with kismet chastity.