Madness comes and goes in phases,
little wisps
or busts of light.

Like a madman tinkering in the basement,
or a child with a gun.

She's got palsy of the jaw
Mouth is always
slack and wide.

Sweat with me on the backs of stars
as we climb to new heights.

As we fuck in a celestial web of light
let our milky way path float on through
the nebula of time,
and impregnate the heavens.

So that I might have something to read about,
other then Ashlee Simpson and that fucker from Good Charlotte.

11/22/2009

Posted on 11/23/2009
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