Where The Unbelievable Is Ordinary

This is where the unbelievable

Is ordinary

I crawled right inside

Made 418 branches

Out of 3 lines

Saw the lights in the sky

And left

But it was all the smoke

That chocked me up

Travelling inside cemeteries

Without a light

Speak the word of the "sun"

Without fear

The frowns and fears melt like ice

In a crowded chamber

I talk to myself when you are

Looking

I take words and dissect them

Into numbers

You lose something with the thought

But gain trillions with

Slaughter house comedy

The foul fowl swoops

Down on the robotic river

I own something that left me

And returned once again

The thrill of addiction

Is lost down in hurricane country

Who cares when you have

To plant mines for a dollar?

Will you be reading "the book"

While drinking up the

Salt water?

Searching for words that

I haven't found