Poems About Life, Death, and the Uniformed Senses

A Well Uniformed High

Gather in your courtyards.

Black villas spiraling into the sky,

Each little mugwump snorting and sniffling.

All one highs,

Eventually become thee high.

One well uniformed high.

God,

I need a break.

A Jacksonville Hyena

Clawing and scratching at the mouth.

Your memories do not forget,

That you have learned everything.

And yet, it is still not there.

A Pause, in French

Insipid tentacles form and grab me.

Dragging me down into the depths of my heart.

So com voce.

So com voce.

So com voce

En sepid trique,

Hu ana matisse

So com voce.

Seeing Truth Through the Lens of Insanity

And as the veil is lifted,

You begin sinking.

Deeper and deeper,

Into the subconscious mind.

Rainbow phosphorescent fractals,

Spiraling into a never ending…

Conclusion.