Poem Shards

How fast Lost Random
 That sent the world
    to the end of time
            for brief ellusive
       shorties
       pinny minny
      with you they laughed
     and told me I was inadequate
     but I don't believe they
        know that well so
   why heed that?
   or when it was temporary
 I saved it forever.
    or when it shuttered in delight
        I let it leave it on the picnic table
          over by the pricker bushes
     near the poison ivy
         that is made of your resentment
   and will sting you with your own prejudice
      that you threw back onyourself
        by cursing
     the blest
   cause that always always always
       back-at-chas
    so be careful what you wish for
   why do you always need more and more and more?
         what is a jones for?
 you never let yourself jones
 you reach first for the pipe and then for the bones
     you learned metalurgy to allow for a new career
      but they won't let you near here.

 Careful with that blade.
     What you cut is what you made.