I felt you, Hemingway Ghost lit in pale blood electric lights On the downslope of the Holy Spirit's introspective nightmare Cacophony in the bathroom stall, savages at war in the gutter Kings in their drug fueled conquest of modern man's spatial reasoning Angry cyclops guards the gate to the Fourth ***** Garden of Eden The learned alcoholic in wino wonderland bursting at the seams for a halogen fix Cultist camoflaged in black leather combat boots spiked iron altercation Public domain genocide for the demure nihlist lower class Never give those ******* the satisfaction I felt you in Rapture, like lilac swastikas dripping melted candle wax down my frail spine Blunt force trauma tinged lunacy for the jet engine martyrs, screaming at the empty spaces For the imposters stigmatized by yellow journalist hype men And the psychos just along for the ride Be shameless in your insanity, Be reckless in your love Live forever to spite the mad god that molded your angry heart And **** the sun with your empathy