Artificial Fibs

[UnofficiallyMe]

Hello all!

I really appreciate the critique of my previous poem, you all helped make it so much better. I really wanted to post a poem I have been working on for awhile but this one came to be and I just couldn't help it..

So here it is!
and really, thanks!
Its a bit rough maybe so I am open to anything!

Artificial Fibs

Clammy sun incites
Its sleepy state
Whilst
Old moon broke
Leaking all over the floor;
The mop died.

When mourning rays
Shed way to morning
Will a flower grow
In the middle of this face
Drawing moustaches
All around my eyes?

My mental fjord
Is abscessing
Like
Jettisoned up municipality
Birds without wings.

Yellow brick road
With artificial fibs
That lure and glue
Feet to his rotted veins,
I hope you sink
From all that you drink.

Psychosis is precocious
All taut and wound
Round the gate
Sealed for a minute or two
Never getting free
That’s what the doctors all told me.