i have known,
from the eyes of most common strangers
many gods as many dangers
their monotonous walk
i would secretly mock
their pretentious song
i would twine their tongue
when they speak
of immaculate earth
and mental birth

i have seen,
the young becoming what the old would dread,
the vernal blood on the holy bread,
the vulnerable on a bony throne
with a friendly fiend and the catacombs...
there were all there counting,
on melancholic land bonding,
with cathartic fumes longing,
for instant fame urging
a cruci-fictonal liberation
of a martyr's admiration
from the cradle to abomination
of most rebellious temptation

i have felt,
the mentally illness overwhelmed by power
in coveted presents to bloom on towers
bleed the trees with electric fetus
Grime the greed from coughing anus
misanthropic idols,
mechanical animals...
they were ALL their counting;
the stars, the grains, the hair, the flies,
the bodies, the names, the eyes
the grass, the days who fade
to spit a plague
from the psycho logic
apocalyptic
end which lack
Immutable physic
in the ill minded static
of the burning flag.