The Man Who Relaxed from Fear - Stream of Consciousness, Random Poetry Creation

the gimmicks
have put them all
into the street
onto the finale

the bed is safe
it is lay on
to relax in
portable change

to never use but
always desire
days behind
the way to be

the dead birds
falling from the sky
the outside is broken
disgust comes first

to know the fruits
of their labor
he shows up
confronting

to speak and silence
to person inside
a calm anger
a frightening desire

to crave the work
to change the superior
inferiority balled
into a crust.