Microwaved Sweets

can't concentrate on continuity
clouds keep clot clot clotting
my synapses are scarred satellites
selecting signals, scrambling them into shapeless blobs
a backwards ballad barrages
block block blocking my thoughts
an overload of the thalmus
thunder clap clap claps
in my encephalon
the electrodynamics eradicate and erase
it all becomes dead space
laced with litter, a landfill
leeching lines of logic eating larva
they all telecommunicate  with tainted tongues
and sing sonorous silly silly songs
everything I say is wrong
my words are a whirl of waste
continuing to cycle
but never being recycled
condensation collects, congealing into cancer
scientists scrape,scrape,scrape off
the malignant matter
but it always multiplys
it gets microwaved and misdiagnosed
causing collosal comatose
I descend dejected into delirium
into a desert of despondency
they try to reach and rattle me
wake me from my spectacular sleep
but they're gonna have to dig deep
they always give up and retreat
when they find out that there's no sweets