………………Dying is a terrible art because it takes too long Longitude
and latitudes of demented platitudes changing perspectives beneath
a maddeningly mindless decay I AM THE 21st CENTURY INDIVIDUAL
breathless bored, dispicicable NUMB weaving insecurities sure as shit
Neurotic video-manic-Major minor misanthropic misogynist afraid of
hellos smiles handshakes and any gesture involving a hand always
clever with the joke slender and tall Ignominious Impenitent screaming
sarcastic Solipsims terrified of reflections Paradoxical and Lunar static—
in love with reflections bleeding from the ears Excitable by presence of
gnomes buried within my nostrils daggering through catacombs I AM A
BULL of a Coward dodging glances in the mirror riding gayless miles
getting neverwhere destinations lead strangers toward denzedrine
designs of No one ever told me what happened to the girls who jumped
in front of a bullet train— hugging! HUGGING! Mydeathspace.com
adness Of course I can’t overdose driving a perpetual gravedigger
20,000 MPH through streets of asphyxiated asphalt simmering in putrid
acid disintegrating Concrete blocks of blood drenched workmen hands
Disclaimer
I, again, take no responsibility for the demon that uttered this. If anyone has any insights into where any of this has been written before, please share–other than the obvious allusion to Plath. Help me climb out of this madness…