focus

got nothing more to say
because have drifted away
pulled in to shore
nothing more to score.

so... why bother
who'd need the words
sentences would rather
unfurl in two thirds
roam in their own pace
whenever they could
spreading destruction and disgrace
making themselves misunderstood
in a manner of speaking
so frenzied and hectic
making apoplectic leaking
from the heart of a storm
you call thoughts swarm
and without thinking
squirt it into a stinking
purulent vein
and do it all over again