Exit Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

War in the floorboards of modern culture
Neutrality a dancing clown
Protect yourself in blue green walls
Sartre

My skin is art
The soul needs religion
Nausea then peace
I wake up sweating

My libido dries like a cold night
Everything stripped away
Appeal seems like a child
The ego relinquishes denominations

Great fragments become form
Love seems like deep purpose
Candles of prayer light my path
Beauty reflects eternity

I see the exit