Mark R Slaughter - Subconscious lyrics

Over there In parallel time, This brain - Neuronal palimpsest In striptease Blood-red dawn to dying dusk; The husk of bone Stays the swelling Of the soul Within its hellish crypt - Ironically dimensionless: Dark deep, An independent entity Perambulates Along the promenade, Boulevard, Tacky yard of tacky lives In non-existence, A shard of me in tow, Then scurries back to Promiscuity - She drools, anticipating - Poised legs of cogitation Tingle, brim, desperate - The imminence of dreams Palpates. Such a well-warn bed, Where f**s with notion, thought, Imagination, Spark an orgy While the conscious blacks in head And eyes; Mulling making sense Beyond the lies against Reality - whatever that might be - (But matters not In abstract dreams) : Forebrain greys in waking; I've not a word to tell it! - Where's the poet?