Psyche Ward Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

In the succulent knowledge of black
Kings palaces with lost reprobate pawns
All these seen in the astro world
We must go into the wilderness

Liberation movements like strip tease
Minions come in the breaches
She seduces while death clings
The war is within

Now night breathes in the cold North
I am surrounded by silk shadows
The castle is horribly dark
Pleasure has ice fingers

Wisdom revels like Roman orgies
She invites me into the repression
Human spirit in these chains
Even the quiet moon has wolves

I resist with broken wings
Living off the court of martyrs
Stain glass streets of the old staff
Watching the nephilim take over

Serotonin in Pharaohs brain chips
Doll moves on the midnight stairs
Her hallways whisper
Dreams of aliens with high heels

Base camp in the psyche ward