Friday 12 November 2010

FOLLY


Rid the deranged of bizarre spirits
in hypocritical excess of black bile and shame
It sticks andswirls; There are no winners here

Psychosomatic borderlines trap those
who just need sleep occasionally and
rest from the battle grounds within

The spectrum of behaviours displayed
is untruthful and harsh
A quickening of nonsensical thought
that shows defective functioning
of vital processes
and ill-timed reasons

We both reside under the shelter of insanity
which in turn should mean that my madness
will understand yours

Let's compare our disorders
and declare them, brazenly from the hilltops
It's always safe up there (above the shit water level)

Inner experience deviates hopelessly
from expected norms and mundane tasks
Enduring patterns are acceptable (sometimes)
in paranoid minds, as long as they are self made

Histrionic abstinence chimes with narcissistic need
as unbalanced gestures cause prolific bleeds
The only insanity here, is the endless cycle
oftry
and fail

Into the empyrian you fly, without a thought
for silence in fragments; Insanity doesn't scream
It is often still and quiet

There is truth
in what we both spew into the ether
we have our own personal worlds; civil and warring
living exacting truths, separately harmed

I'llslamyour scrounging, maniacal existence
and you can return the insult with petty crap
Our fraudulently elegant existence is caught
and in the waiting-line
to be tamed


The high-contrast gathering is here, my love
All eyes are turned upwards,
expectant ...waiting
as my evening glove touches your gas mask, lovingly
and the flowers you bought drift overhead, slowly
their heads are trapped
inside the same bubbles as our own
and all ideas disappear
into the oneiric mists of a wastrels life



~ SRWB 2010





"There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him." ~ Antonin Artaud


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