my gravestone
IT TAKES TIME TO COMPOSE SINCERITY
your corpse will endure
but you will not
Homicidal Statistics
Is there anywhere where nothing is happening?
is death this place?
suicidal ignorance
seems to govern collective logiccan we trace/reduceall our problems and faultsto greed?
Standing on the brink of oblivion
will you smile at the prospect of infinite gain?or cry out in despair for your eternal loss?Or will you be unable to tell the difference?
I’m bored
a am bored I don’t want to be here I wonder if my professor thinks I’m taking notes I can’t wait to drive home the drive will be nice in the dark it’s relaxing amidst the huge motor vehicles careening towards each other at speeds that can easily kill but don’t think about how one […]
Cannot bring my pen to the page
apocalyptic apostraphe
post apocalyptic post script late words to a late addressee lie latent
What am I talking about?
The frantic scriblles of a madmanThe regurgitation of a sick manThe productivity of a recluseThe result of insomniaThe transcendental recordings of a wise manThe blood of a masochistThe songs of a loverThe praise of a priestThe death of a childThe lens towards beautyThe veil to realityThe path to destructionThe road to salvationThe ink on this […]
