Words of a Man

Words of a man
At the mercy of a red pen
Words of a man
At the brink of chaos
The hypnotic hallucinogens echo in the back of his mind
After riding in the back seat of a broken down car
That never moved.
In a place where the quiet riots
Plot against the noisy silent films,
And the 9 thousand chemicals
That know in the slack of a rope,
In the back of his mind.
Moving forward, not backward,
Upward, not forward,
And always twirling, twirling, twirling,
Towards freedom.
Words of a man
Written down in red pen
Words of a man
At the sink of inhumanity
Words of a man
Needing greed to feed the need for
The words of a man.