Magnet Poem by Maxwell Ames

I can't remember the last time a chemical wasn't in my body,
because the only way I can get through a day with grotesque distractions is
to pull these actions from my brain

The fraction of satisfaction I get from relaxing compares to nothing
I do nothing and feel good just looking at the broken clock on the wall

Baudelaire wrote it right
poet in flight is better than the one that can't walk
or talk at all

That's why silence is peace
and I throw it on most people that I meet
unrecognizable prowess, the ability to decompress
depressingly comprehensive sensibility that's independent from
other's brainlessness from pulled tresses i confess
when I laugh its 'cause I'm stressed.

I've been in France for the last three months,
I spend time in Paris, lovely, lonely no one to hold me in their eyes
with shuns a girl told me this: when you realize everyone
just wants to have fun, and they see you, you're the tourist

They don't have time to look, their minds are winding, hooked, and bind to the solitary confinement you can find with padded walls that shook but they sit in padded seats in the metro stalls none glance cause they might have to meet eyes and know you and it scares them, scares you, scares me

The enigmatic magnet made of mental static
potential with which none use but demand it
everyone stays paused like a super mario manic
video game you can't save turn the tv off and be brave

Like when i close my eyes and let my brain run console's
burning up my insides, I need to sleep to survive