Soon I'll be outrageous

 Flood me because I am positively outrageous
I refuse to become creatively sterile
Refuse to set, to fossilize
Here there is no safety

Just trying to measure my own pulse
Inside Parallel and upside down
Gravity reverses I countdown to losing the earth
scratching those lines to mark each day inside my own skull

Can I shove my strangeness in your face
Is my silliness all exposed
Why don't we create a formula
get it approved and sent back

Stamped and blank and fresh and sheen
Look at my face straight smile skin clean
Now we can shake hands on normal terms
Except you are a real freak

I 'm the abnormal one but you are a freak
By reason of having your accidental beliefs own your mind
Nothing authentic pops out, it's just the gush of meme
The sewer outflow of cliche and popular slang old

So I talk about something crumbly in me
Ugly below and on the surface of me
 Trying to guess what the greater audience might enjoy
Then flushing it with bleach and all

 When it often works counter intuitively
I need to fill the toilet basin with stinkiest
Most horrid of stomach contents
And even then half of you aren't paying much attention

 I am risking less and farting on the page.
Not in air but in stinky little stains you can call words
 Id like to be more outrageous, catch up on the hatemail
Be more provocative

Create my own mottos that stick
my own repeating esoteric mischief
Thatch the kind of style that breeds envy among writers
 Sweet pondering in the reader