the possibilities
for insanity
are boundless.
a dimly lit
staircase
after rum
a paint chip
floating on the surface
of your iced tea.
look into the mirror
and imagine jesus christ
walking across your eyelashes
or skeletons
picking their way
through your skin
or simply sit
on your sofa
some saturday afternoon
alone
and think of pathways
to the asylum.
the silence
will squeeze your ears
'til they bleed
and the sound
of you own voice
muttering lines of poetry
will blind you
with the dazzling
light of incoherence.
the possibilities
for insanity
are boundless.
all you need
to do
is try.
for insanity
are boundless.
a dimly lit
staircase
after rum
a paint chip
floating on the surface
of your iced tea.
look into the mirror
and imagine jesus christ
walking across your eyelashes
or skeletons
picking their way
through your skin
or simply sit
on your sofa
some saturday afternoon
alone
and think of pathways
to the asylum.
the silence
will squeeze your ears
'til they bleed
and the sound
of you own voice
muttering lines of poetry
will blind you
with the dazzling
light of incoherence.
the possibilities
for insanity
are boundless.
all you need
to do
is try.
2 comments:
but some of us don't even need to try ;o)
I know this too, too well.
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