In the dreary isolated night of scalded monotone there
rings an echoing vibration of joy,
Self loathsome hot and sticky, slimy, coating of grime,
shouts of ignorance and feeble listening ears
acceptance of redundant meaningless
accolades.
Walls creeping inward trapping and isolating what is left
of the sanity.
Tiresome, Bothersome, Bitching of an aged drunken boy,
unsatisfied standards of double, triple, quadruple quarrelsome quandary quaintly
quilted, quirky, caustic and mind numbing.
Words, loud and boring in my skull like a jackhammer
rapping in my ears.
Laughter, laughter of an over grown beast satisfied by
stationary glowing boxes of blathering masses of water.
Ramblings of ass
and beatings and little golden drinks filling your insides with illusionary
sunshine.
Citric, sour and tart tastes left in the mouth from
salted banter of booze in scrawny little men.
Silence fills the air with the walls creeping outward in
ecstasy, joy, happiness and
satisfaction.
Silence, the only sound that truly resembles peace and
dignified meaning of absolute godliness.
Silence, the purpose for chaotic sounds of callous
cowards and old crows.
Silence, the reason a man lives is to once again become
silent.
Silence, the cause of worry and awkward woe.
Silence, the feeling of isolation......
Interrupted by the hacking, gagging, gurgling glossy spew
of the beast.
Falsified satisfaction subsided replaced by the conundrum
of what is up is down and what is down was up, but if down was up how could up
ever be down!?
The rotted smell of bile and tuna fills the air of water
closets rested on spinning tops.
Filth covering the floors spinning and swirling and
sinking into the porcelain goblet.
Cold, icy water rushing over the steaming, hot, slimy
elastic exterior of the skeleton.
The end is near, the silence looming, peace at last.
