A Poem; “An Experience of Nausea”
The shattered self
and an ill sense of being.
Light a faint cold purple,
accepting of penance and repentance.
Spooked by the death of god
and developing understanding
of a thousand others,
living inside of all of us
at all times.
Fall into warm familiar darkness,
Oscillator; contentment or resentment?
Sheer hell, a construction.
The slow unravelling.
thought to mouth,
words and tangible,
Damn the deconstructionists,
who enabled eugenicist mind control.
Clowns weaponising meaninglessness, ignorance.
Constant nails down the blackboard,
third eye squeegee time.