Humanity

———A Poem————

Let us think on our greatness!

Seeing birds swirling over long drifts of snow, majestically atop mountains we could only conjure in artistic imagination, while coffee billows a hot steam from below some kind of sub-standard boil of cacophony maelstrom and tempest anger. Bent on rage yet finding solace in the ability to stew and flicker like a flame from the pale slick oily wick of a dead man, choking on blue fumes of oxygen-rich despair amongst the ever-vomituous calamity of the same shit over and over until our brains implode in a goo that is commonly found built up around a banana that has been left to decay. It takes its turns emerging slithering, screeching from the rectum of creation’s pus-lubricated sphincter. Can we change? We ask ourselves before screaming “wake me” then crushing our own eyeballs like grapes stuck between pleather cushions and a behemoth’s chip-scented garlic posterior. Rubbing the result in matted hair folded like a horrifying, vacant wooded hollow in between thighs of boils and maggots. Only then, seeing reality of viscera and ravens stuck with forks to the dead forgotten ground.

We might deserve this.