Evidence

I breathe in the broken pencils
And ponder the ways of being
But no one else knows any of it
Shall I strike the first blow?

I walk down Main Street
In the rain of my contempt
Bless the grass that grows over it
Is the devil in his head?

I see the blood in the clock
So that all can test yours
The dreams of many are lost
Should my ears be blue?

I smell the perfumed staples
Kiss the air and fall along
Anyone needs a reason
Does the graveyard need mowing?

Orange limes fall down to heaven
Conceptual lies are the master plan
The speaker has shorted out
Is there any further proof?