Poem-A-Day: Day 366 (One Year Anniversary)

Everything is Everything

Everything is everything
is everything in the world.

My eyes blister in the sun;
 the blast of hot polarizing ideas
  blaring opinions screaming silent cacophonies.

It’s an action gone sanctimonious;
 an acquiescence to simplicity in sentencing,
  acquittal from having to sense tension otherwise.

Finally eyes don’t consign
 to drowning under swathes of limp dick
  drifting shiftless, drinking up the sanctity of horror.

Because the waves crush
 the warping minds of jealous scores
  worshipping the few free senses left to snatch.

Everything is everything 
is everything in the world.

In the high spirit shock,
 oft haranguing the nightlight towers
  home to clever lechers belting swansongs.

What was right here once,
 some rough blow lifted shit left
  regaling the glasses all left half full, half empty.

All that glitters cannot stay
 while gleefully repeating nature’s greatest.
  Glad it knows green has left room enough for gold.

There’s no right in changing,
 so “Respectfully Declined” has remained
  rooftop sanctuary carrying calypso rhythm madness.

Everything is everything
is everything in the world.
Fuck the world.