Accelerators Poem by Luke Ski

My glasses are tinted my liquids transparent


Let me tell you lies don't fall off like dead leaves

But are scratched off by obsessive-compulsive

Disorder while over-proof rum runs its course

Within my arteries and veins.



What makes me breaks my soul and understanding

Of darkness dwelling inside ones genitalia

Sperm is pollen pollution invasion of space

I occupy the law of physics - - believe or trombone

Will blow you away from



Harmful associations. None of which





Make sense.