A New Kind Of Aa Poem by Barlot ...

Opposite yet adjacent shapes broaden the vision
With solitude comes perspective-
Thoughts more obscure and more reflective
But somewhere appeared an incision
And no one could remind me of its history-
I've supposedly reached the point of insanity.
Me being the calamity produced by two helpless lives:
A father rotting in the grave, and his nagging second wife.
But still I feel as if my thought might shift
When I leave this town, and start to LIVE!
Give in to the pressure.
It's all about oxygen and carbon dioxide.
My symphony is stirring up some clout:
Welcome to my mind!
Now Playing:
My Fifth Glass of Wine!
Eh, love me before I love myself
Increasing incisions, failing health-
I'm drowning in the Fountain of Youth!
But I'm learning to swim.
So, let it be known through Guantanamo Bay:
A new kind of democracy is forming...in my gallbladder.
I need not start conforming to their ways
But somehow I still have so much to say
And we all know politicians to be loquacious
GRACE, GRACEFUL, GRACIOUS!
I hate the English language!
Give me a hammer and a sickle to match-
I've got a totally original plan for salvation...?
Breathe in, breathe out
Coup d'etat is what it's all about.
Put me in a rubber room
I've reached my quota for conflicting views.
Still the incision burns
With a salt of forgetting all I have learned.
It's a tough blow
But so much more than predictable-
INEVITABLE!
Inhale, exhale
Char just doesn't feel so well.