another merciless dawn has fused my metaphoricals and shrunk my knackers for the specimen jar labelled ‘P S Y C I A T R I C’ I cast a pretty thin shadow in the every now and then but that’s my modus operandi wax and wane ebb and flow it’s all snakes and ladders in my playground
unscheduled hallucinations and
psychotic interludes plagued my formative years and shaped my final destination my
beat bastard subscription has lapsed and just I wish I could lie down take a fucking telling I’m so tired right now I could drag the world with me through
dark corridors to the great panopticon where elastic promises and
suicidal compacts are made by strange bedfellows there are no casual acquaintances in
solitary confinement
the girl on the bed had a question an
unkind and supercilious question but her query resonated in the psychotic
regions of a bleached mind and sounded
an echo in memory something about my missing soul
“What
kind of monster are you?”
I suspected it was more a rhetorical device than a
question so I ignored it but later I got to thinking what kind of monster am I? I’m a blind monster or I would have seen
her coming I’m a deaf monster or I would have heard her lies I’m a mute monster because I said nothing I’m
a numb monster because I felt even less
she was one gift horse I should
have given the full dental those sceptic teeth made ribbons of
ambition I have little time for those awkward
manoeuvres imposed by some milquetoast Mussolini I
have an agenda sublime to accommodate
we each must follow the mandate
of our own hearts I take solace in the fact that I may be a
monster but I’m closer to heaven
than hell
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