'Convolution' Poem by Forrest Barden

'Explain pain in the same phrase
You use to explain it away.
Remain plain and lame, stained
With ever pervading rage.
Contusions and bruises
From the confusion are utterly useless;
Stupid foolishness eulogizing
Exuberant ghoulishness.
Excluding the usages
Of useful hallucinogens,
My too skewed rude views
Are my tools against super boorish friends.
Yet, in the end.....
We recycle this cycle again and again;
Blood diluted by convolution
States far more then its ever said.
(Or ever will say again...) '