'Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by! '
I drain the dead milk in the water
I've sown the distended gut of the father
I fragment the gale of contagion
I sing out, mingle bellows with winded oration
Death settle over me
and everywhere I frequent
It's the self evident truth- Factually I age
Despair overcomes the years' progress
Darkening of day
My tears every moment congeal to lead.
Said lead affects my motions
Wound words-never forgotten never read
Over-inbred vermin with a spark of speech
make foul my daily ration
White paint scrawled over brick, the white
paint of my barred tomb: Who breaks
the seal or peers, everpresent, at my blight
Can you make fresh and fragrant this leaden flesh bread?
All over this existence I perceive
One has two options: to make null perception
or to make null almost everything perceived
It's as yet beyond my means
to make perfect conception
All I can do is negate this material
Negate the cars the shit the apes the lights
this leaden inside
The negation with pleasure- the fruit grown from bile
The sneers of convention: The mediocrites' remains
may be recyclable!
For the future, the past is a kicked gut
I redeem this temporal smut
Can I transubstantiate, bloody, in this pit of noxious rust?