A Gray Rage

A gray rage
I swing at the statue
It cracks, impossibly, pours blood, the nose stove
In my gray rage
My fists break the stone
The statue is hurting but cannot express
I myself
Am beyond pain
I've achieved 110% battle condition
"Hello, My Name Is Combat"
The berserker sees red
I see stone
But my rage is no less

Mutation

Mistakes made
Again and again
Make for foolish creatures

Anti-Grasp

Hands reach for the burning cloud
Twice a passing form
Beguiled homeless crossing

Lost wisdom, found

Just what was that overfed, grandiose thought
I had
earlier?

Like that wicked indigestion
Makes you think you're having a heart attack.

And then
Next day
All better

You don't even remember it
And you're back at the Taco Bell
Wolfing down tacos y burritos
Washed with Pepsi
And you start to feelin'
As you squeeze out rank farts in your car,
Hey,
Am I missing something here?

One moment
Genius strikes
The next:
Cruising indie-gash
At the coffee place
And you start to thinkin',
'Specially when you don't get laid,
Am I missing something here?

A wise man once wrote on the wall of the men's room at the coffee place:
"Shit is for real. Pussy can wait."
Strong, brother.
That man missed nothing.

Tarkovsky Leaf Puddle+My Beloved Gaoler+Ohmu Sighting=Shining Eyes of Destruction/Water in Crisis

Dickhearse Epilogue

William Gibson Interview-". . .my own teeth . . ."