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A lit cigarette
between my lips
I inhale the smoke
deeply
like a lizard
My tongue is a log
of shit
Holes in my teeth
worming me
w/rancor,
fetidness
Ruin to the heart
Great loss!
The words just ramble
meander and fester,
and spew like vomit
(Insanity works only in
small whispers in the
little ears of little children
who run mad possessed
and dark as death in
the wrought garden of
evermore)
I have been lead
all along
and I've gone my way
Motherfuckin' awry!
Hell bent life
My face will rot
profusely
from my skull
like a leper
My skin will sink
into my brain
exposing blood and
eyeballs in savage
sockets and my
hideous jaw and
wicked oozing
My head shall be
lopped off
I will wither and
decay and corrode
and atrophy
I will
and I don't care
II.
The stars no longer weep
for any man
or angel
They merely hang
& bleed
& dwindle
in the bowels of night
like lonely candles
III.
The original idea
was to dance & laugh
and thrash and
fuck
(Defilement has been
my inspiration
Knowing this
confirms my idiocy)
I rebelled against
Harmony
I slapped reality, hard,
across the face and
I cackled, horridly
like a fiend or wretch
I've gulped wines
sweeter than ecstacy
I've tasted pleasures
more vulgar than
depravity
I've cursed and I've
damned and I've
scarred & I loved it,
gluttonously
like a dog
Now, I'm a lesser man
Now, I'm sadder, badder
I deserve a suicide's
burial, alone, on a hillside
w/no marker
o'erlooking the wasteland
IV.
Labyrinth turned to
wilderness
in sure easy strides
Eternity in a moment
by the wayside
Along the path, you can
fight and steal and kill
You can get high
V.
In the midst of the horror
Amid the depths and
wreckage and cold despair
(-a low dry hiss like a
scorpion or serpent)
In the rotten shit of it all,
there is a grand garden there
a butterfly glimpse at bliss
w/all Things possible
(In this exile,
Chance is your only
counterpart)
Estrangement is our ennui.
Cities are our asylums
and great hives of
worst fears.
crawling nightmare
maggot groping
writhing sick and
blind
Cursed in the tumult
Blessed in the conflagration
Let no one say I didn't
love you
-o crazy days and
wild nights!
I'm alive!
Did I survive?
The maw and enthralled
reeking urchin-
I taste death and
debauchery
on the winds of
everything spoken
and every kiss
and every smile
On every whisper and
each soft sigh
