Saturday, April 18, 2009

voices scratching
for attention and eyes
beaming with enlightenment
herd instinct, group dynamics
ego upon
ego upon ego
under ego over ego
wisdom and o
so silly platitudes, nauseating
erudite speeches this is
serious biz
high
power
higher power
highest power
highly powdered
trite trips
war stories
i combed my hair with a fork in a hotel room i had no idea how i got there
yeah, well i fucked a thousand kings at least i thought they were kings turned out they were paupers
i hid a bottle under the toilet lid how original
i went to jail
i nearly killed someone
killed someone
killed someone
killed someone
killed someone

2 comments:

Hector the Crow said...

wow - this has got a fever pitch - feels fragmented and yet fully on theme - i particularly like:

"high
power
higher power
highest power
highly powdered"

Opium Poetry said...

so i guess you stopped writing?