to better acquaint myself with life’s bitter realities,
the filth, the horror, the midnight melancholy,
misplaced affection misdirected at the abyss.
To what may I ask is my venting outlet?
To where do the ancient imperfections hide?
Penetrating every dimension of my ocean of insanity,
turbulence echoes itself in blue eternity,
I cried when my lizard died, so young, so pure.
Tears of azure tender cleanliness crystallized beneath my eyes.
What witch has cursed me?
Who has cast me unfortunate?
What red eyed and slime blooded ghoul stalks me?
Cast your stones!
Whether roach, cricket, ant, or man,
all are worth a bug- to be stepped on.