Sanity’s Madness

Reflections of darkness invade the eye
limitless worlds of pain
walking through minefields of punji sticks
shedding your blood like rain

crying the tears of a thousand souls
killing a thousand more
crawling through jungles of tortured green
your eyes never knew before

Orange pips.
Old brick.
I’m not insane
no matter what they say.
I ain’t been nuts a single day.
DW40.
Doorknob.
I've been trapped here quite a while,
but let me tell you of my style
and how the gods have made me serve their will.
Alters.
Scripture.
I read these books you see,
the best.
Idea books. Not like the rest.
Pig tails.
Edison.
You know how long it takes
to brick a wall while watch her shake?
Glad that’s done.
Darkness.
Waiting.

I Refuse Your Pride….

Refused to die in your fucking war,
ran away and hid, closed my eyes.
You won’t tell the truth, what it’s for,
why do leaders live out on their lies.

You called me a coward, I was afraid,
it’s a bloody basic instinct to live.
Look at this world what you’ve made,
it’s a hundred thousand war narrative.

Political murder to achieve your wealth,
bodies lie rotting all over the globe.
Bits of people blown apart by stealth,
all you want now is a murder strobe.

the binding head meets the turbine river o!

alloy and to the sights, rusts annoy
the chrome of colour chromatography
distasteful marjoram for the hand pleaders
that smelt the soul, with jest teasers
same with the blizzard fog, and gizzards
torn and stained between the teeth

the size of accommodation is huge
none left undiscovered in rediscovery
primate prints, and yolk shells
therein the flesh drains, must dwells
with the lightening stroke of harsh pelts
strove that men mustn't be Topsy-turvy ash gust