The Bell-Bred Girth

This is a stream-of-consciousness piece I wrote today, enjoy:

The bell-bred girth
racucous, rampant, and sublime
hands are fists, and voices ring though the air of
laughter: conversations unnoticed.
subtle glowing from the television screen
illuminates the deficiency of order and reason.
but smiling with the knowledge of "treason"
lacks the ingenuity of making it worth doing.
speech. voice. noise. loudness.
it's cacophonous to be a quietly serene requiem; and
my head on the table signifies that eyes shut
will rant and rave with the intensity of screams.
wake up a dreaming sleep by stopping the noise,
distract the brain from brooding over its malcontent.
the consumption of earned relationships spends on the nose
like allergies in spring, and eyes in the sun.
Autonomous. Alone. Independence from the tyrant of a
fluidly mechanical abstrusity of lies;
bring forth the pike to have him reamed for his
perplexity of handless management realized.