Excrement of the intangible
The iron ****** lung
The sharp inhalation - raspy reality
The thought that all is too much
The repressing of doubts in the hollow
The incommunication at the office
The freezing of the faculties
The desparate sigh two chairs away
The sensation of lost in a maze
The plaintive face of misunderstanding - and
The allocation of the assets
The incessant attempt at grubbing funds from already empty pockets
The sneer of the Tax Man
The ineffectual Cops and
The stern eyes of judgement
The remainder of all that was sacred

Fear and Loathing
alone2:00am paces
'neath the light of an austere moon
hollow as the reed
bent in boreal waters

Marijuana is tempting me
we all have our moments (and)
you're going to hell
hands twitch spasmodically on the windowframe
belly white fire from below
You make me sweat
and fidget
and pace
hair shining ravenlike at dawn
God kills all our children while
America revels in buisiness suits
the poor man beaten down
Listened to your tired song 30 hours straight but
felt no comfort in the melody
smoked 10,000 cigarettes
waiting for the Christian Apocalypse

I have written nothing
sketched a rough outline of your face
a sombre detuning of
sense and sensibility
strewn upon the page over miles
mulled and vivisected
these the entropic shards
of self