Jay Alejo Writes

click add post i had to postpone the ghost

that visits me when ive imbibed the most

sorta corny alright im sorta sorry

alive with the worst horror story

but its okay though i hope it turns out swell

and breaks out the matrix of the subconscious gel

oh well it depends on how you see it

subdued to analogous frequencies

and i guess its all whatever

better to treasure the outcomes of all cold weather

and im writing this all drunk as fuck

i look inside my mind and im stuck

i grab onto the listening post, whatever that means

and it all adds up to, well, maybe actually

if i casually add it all up to a sum

i had to be outside in the sun

and then it all breaks through

and my heart tries to hang on to the truth

and when that inevitably fails

all false rhymers collapse and turn tail

so we keep on going with it

with no false witness, giving glimpses

hypocritical fiction supposed to examine

and opposed to all flowering canons

no matter how legit the difference is

they cant picture this within the fictive lens

so i keep on proceeding, as my teeth and gums receding

in moments fleeting, i leave them cold and bleeding

and it goes on and on forever and so on

i look in the lens and it says go on

so i choose my next position

and suppose that i should lose my own superstitions

i just hope youll listen