the highway to madness is madness

poetry

let us not be uncertain,
this map of ours is always
changing. let us run gallantly
towards insanity, headfirst, in
cart-pull-horse fashion.
let us listen with all ears
to our dead fathers and
contemporaries on different
parts of this path,
let us study their madness.
go now,
run,
dauntless till body gaunt
and thinner wire than current,
strung tighter than now,
let us get there because it
is the only way.
but how?
it is not the only direction!
let us first discern with
certainty the next direction
to follow from our map of
great confoundment.
let us get there or we,
gentlemen,
are all nothing.

I Will Go Spit On Your Grave (10 million years from now, when you’ll be the only reincarnated elephant left screaming)

poetry

Love-acetone

the night sky wears

the layers of skin you sold for

a loaf of sympathy bread.

Hallelujah!

Grace is not welcome here

So long

So long friend

The river will not swallow your bitter tears

The ground will not touch your sullied bones

Farewell friend

Thank you for the smiles

Thank you for being the one

I shall spent my death with.

Go in peace

You’ll always be my bleeding star.