presently a whirlwind of neuroses
tragic light thrown upon walls in the dark,
crazy light
stuttering existence flickers the madman through dark tunnels
the angels stare down their noses at him
because he fell from their eyes like a tear
doing doses in their arms until he melted to the floor like a puddle
he woke up a sewer rat
a sour man with addled mind and waving at an invisible swarm in front of him
pulling a girl's name from between his teeth
and sending texts to sir Jesus Christ,
baby i'm sorry i'm paranoid
what are you doing right now?

she is dying on the cross,
and your babble is sanctified you wrinkled poet.