He tried to order his insanity and
that was his third mistake. It is
reality that is ordered; insanity’s
where everything is real. Brought
his feet into and out of two holy
hydrogens and an oxygen but “my
halves are carbon, I am fiber, I am
a liar – try to follow if you can.” So
they listened and interpreted insinuations
that autonomy had a part to play in Ultimate
Demise: The Rise and Fall of that lump
in your throat – where’d it come from? I
‘d blame Jesus. He wanted to feel (second
mistake). There are better ways to notice
blood than to get a crowd screaming for
it. Appetites eat or want enough only
to momentarily sate, you soon find the
same void dressed in wolf pelt. It’s always
howling. She got pregnant and I can’t
stand getting stoned or stoning (even
in a voyeuristic sense) so I let that
baby get all born (first mistake.)
-the ambassador
1 comment:
nice prose poetry mr. ambassador
-the colonel
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