Madness Unfolding In A Red Smear Of Time.
Madness unfolding in red smears of time.
crack on a heated spoon,
and other narcotics boiling into sap
cross-eyed after the sap injects it,
then as he staggers up, phhhharrrrrrp,
the sound of a burp,
and a fart ripped from both ends
blast goes the stereo
as he settles into his high chair,
laugh ter and crying are void now,
just a blank ecstatic stare prevails.
oddities loom around him,
as ordinary objects become strange creatures.
hairy monsters pass in front of his eyes,
oops just a hank of his own!!
gaseous and lizard like
with pinpoint pupils half slitted he gazes at
Sponge bob on the t.v.
and on his injection site a sponge blobs up blood.
splitting drugs and mixing
is a dangerous course of action, but
irrational as it is he mainlines
many narcotic soups for fun.
madness seeps from his adrenaline rush,
and rage replaces the buzz.
sheer stupidity to be locked in a room
with weapons available to a man
utter -ing his angst, and seeking
for a way to avoid the sobering morn.
rarity is what his call to his mom was,
to tell her he loved her.
maniacal was that laugh,
as he loaded the revolver with one bullet.
a cross his hair and forehead,
he pushed the barrel of the gun.
hair pin was that trigger,
and unsteady was his hand......
crack went the pistol,
and his hand flinched a bit,
the shot wide!!
cross-eyed he watched
as the bullet went through the wall.
pharrrrp! went his anal retention
as he soiled his jockeys..
blast went the window next door
drawing him to his own
laugh was his first reaction
as he watched his neighbors weird dance
of oddities in the form of jerks and staggers,
and then a hard fall.
hairy chin and jaw dropping
at the realization of what just happened
gaseous odor's and a bladder empties
from the corpse next door.
sponge bob's real, for this neighbor,
as a blob of spongy tissue implodes
splitting internal organs, and bones
as it tumbles in a deadly spin.
irrational he leans further out the window,
hoping to change the view
of madness unleashed by a drug induced accident,
that dented real flesh.
sheer horror replaces the sheer bliss,
that once marked his features
uttering apologies he slips on the sill,
and plummets out the frame
rarity is part of the statistics
of human falls from windows.
maniacal is his last scream,
as he plunges thirty-two stories.
cross armed was the position
his arms were in when he landed.
Hair pin was his landing
as he hit the empty dumpster below.
Madness unfolding in a red smear
on a heavy metal lidded coffin.
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