Imagine looking into yourself
So deeply your eyeballs slip
Through the sockets and
Melt in your brain acid...
Ooze out black sludge through
The gaping holes and see
Yourself through the rotting
View of decrepit dreams.
Suicide of a shadow that
Dared touch the light.
Sought something better but
Ate yourself for supper.
No nutrients in negligence,
No eyes in my head.

Skyscrapers and mango trees wearing boxer briefs.

The tantalizing wind blows caressing paperclips and mortuary signs—
turning them indigo red for we all know that dead bodies are nothing but dead.

Hymns of love and soliloquies of the unconscious ego—
Id of our time but men of the past be our hero.
Leaving to wonder, if king Nebuchadnezzar was a crack-feign
would Coca Cola still educate penguins on the importance of Lesbian Existence?

For in this war of life, cockroaches are the real winners,
and the taste of excellence is only reserved for fire extinguishers —

so if nuclear clouds persist,
let the fire burn with love and you lay on the bed of oblivion
cuddling the moral that capitalism leads to schizophrenia.

So insure your sanity for free 99, this, with warm regards from yours truly,

                                                               ­              Rhizome of Golgotha.