Catapult Construction

Fetch the loft joists and the instructions,
Are these the truth or just distractions?
An atomic spark with a chain reaction,
Seed fertilisation and weed reduction,
Neutralise the chemicals under my skin,
There’s a monkey mind trying to get in,
Beating his chest in my favourite genes,
Think forever and hear him tear the seems,
We’ll get tooled up and make him leave,
Destroy the clutter so that I can breathe,
Congealing mud slides forming bricks,
Defy those acrobatically mental tricks
Searching for the treasure you seek,
Fire more marbles it’s far too bleak.
last night I found a map,
But today he’s back, setting traps,
Scattering bombs from his knapsack.

by simon
posted on 04/30/2008