And here's one I wrote for myself: Posted under different topic because I don't want to ruin the other ones already in progress making much more sense and bringing about influential improvement so i'll stick to here.
The train is leaving
For who knows where
Down freshly chain-ganged
Tracks bound down
For who knows where
Through timeless walls
Of changes smut wrenched
In 306a with semen caked into
Carpet and glassy fogginess
Looking back through empty
Bottles of spondylus shells
Mimicking ugly faces in town
Libraries looking at the books
Of long dead morons who never knew And never will because no body
Really cares but
It's all a matter of trivial pursuit
And calvin Klein smiles who can
Drink the most fuck the most
The train is leaving
But may have already left
See the hole in the head?
Not by shotgun rather empty
Bullets make a good lunch
On top of Volcanic arcs
Barking at the moon, watching
The tracks roll back down the mountain
And the Champiogn Magik pisses itself
Out of the system each time slower slower
Because the mind is getting slower
Sitting in a chair staring at the wall
Floydified in color and mush..man that
Was a quick train ride, it's pulling back
Into the station, over there the turtle
Is still giving the finger through the
Mirror waving his juggling his daggers
Over there the fanged gods are still
Snuffing to the golden sunshine man
While the ladies sit in sliver moon
Shadows, too afraid to come over and
Say "Fuck Yes?" The train left, rolled,
And steadfastly returend all in a nights
Dream and only the loss of brain cells to
Show.