MADNESS

(The Last Refuge of Sanity)

Bake Yr Own Bread

Rot in the head
Jam in the toes
Bake your own bread
Write your own prose

If I grew wings surely I’d fly
Fly as if I could never lie
And see through the swim of bliss
And sea through the eye of this

Thorazine and apple tree
The Carrot-top of royalty
Treads on mice and treads on me
Take the ride and pay the fee

The story’s an end to
Two days ago
When as luck would have it
I made some dough

I mugged an old lady, this much is true
I grabbed an axe and swung right through
And now her blood stains the street
A bloodier end no one could meet

Be happy though, for she was the devil
Drank infant blood and on sadism she’d revel
The screams of her children crying in fear
An orgasm from each ghastly tear would appear

But in the end, it turns out this was all a big joke
Haha, good one, see I had a real fat toke
And all of this came through my fingers
And this line does not rhyme

Playground Pirate

To swing and to slide, to dream and to glide
To cough and to sneeze, to cry and to please

These are the words by which we live our lives
These are the youth that will break free of the hives

Look at my this, look at my that
Look at me mother, ‘for I old and fat
Look at me scream, lest I not speak
Look at this world – it will be gone in a week

Play while you can, ‘for ye’r worked to death
Smile to the end, laugh your last breath

Truly we all die for the question of why

Sophia hath learn that all lives will burn

Insetco-Pornography Poetry

I want to fuck a beetle
I want to fuck it hard
Reduce it to the fetal
And then smoke some shard

I want to cum on a mosquito
Then eat some mescalito
I want to shove flies in my ass
Ugly despicable and crass

I love them all, the squiggly things
Inside the earth they are the Kings
In my heart they reign supreme
Thinking about them makes me cream

The Laughter of a Thousand Dying Souls

A laughing man once fell dying to his knees
He screamed and he cried, he begged and asked, “please?”
“Please, let me live!” – then no more, no cough or wheeze
I stood and I laughed, “More whine with your cheese?”

Through cruel eyes the world is a hell
To live or love, it’s always just as well
Broken by the years, nothing more than a shell
On such dark things the beast will dwell

A thousand dying souls consumed by hunger, thirst, and winter
One pour soul stands and yells, “Carpe diem!” only to disapear in a haze
To become one with all, then to break off and splinter
She asked the question and he answered back, “Learn to love these trying days”

Speculations

Unknown by nature, unseen by man,

Where has it rested and where has it ran?

This one is in pieces, a missing cog-machine

One moon plays gentle, a lion grimace mean.

Catch it with fishes or catch it with colds,

Grow it in seeds or grow it from molds,

Dismissing the law as well as the crime,

Discussing Eternity at the brink of Time.

Root-Wall; Forest Fall

Increase and expand; reward, release, rewire

Defeat, deciet – lust burning a soul peaking desire

Mind cold and as old as stories of ice and fire

Arthur, why is INRI now the Lord & Sire?

One dancing suicide, the blood I drink

It tastes familiar – ’tis mine, I think.

Two knaves tied in sorrow to one love,

Standing at the cliff – myself that I shove

“I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.”

-Sarte

A pipe turns and the crystal burns – then – Twisp!

Inhaling – “don’t hold it” – Exhale a willow-the-wisp

A ten dollar cloud of chemical-sex-smoke;

Cool it, kick it, chill out with an herb toke

Speeding; now flying at mach five

Down! Not down – to my grave I dive.