It’s tick-tock o’clock
In the morning of sun and blue sky
Fingers in quicksand
Mind in a bog
Body in a fog
While the truth hands of the insane
Are tacked to social crucifixes
Mangled bone and muscle
Like bombs on schools
A candy stain burns away
Catastrophe brains steal the day
Black wasps dangle in almighty space
These are just phrases
Plucked from mazes
Of my very own mind
Where are my raspberry glasses?
I need to see the world
Drenched in fruity wine
Not jigsaws of blood
cereal after sex 
Your thoughts?