I think I have gone quite mad at times.
People with vague faces in the walls, in the
Trees laughing, swinging on the set no longer there...
You there, you! Prove to me
Your reality.

Crush your pinky nail for me now, sweetling, let
The white material spread softly as a cloud
Under that ridged keratin, smash it
Gently with the rough love of the snakemother to her young.

Who are you, who stares with pleading eyes of insanity
And trembles open-lipped with devils stuck
To the backs of your molars---bite down,
Crush the ******* already.
By god! Only do not
Bite your cloudpinky off.

Save it for an ungodly sunny day.